[Ill Bill]



How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?

Prostitutes & Guns

I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk

By my side when I ride in LA

We party with the stars & the starfuckers

And everybody love us

Yeah I do cocaine yeah I love to drink

Love to get my dick sucked and need drugs to think

It's sick

exploding school buses

Jews, Muslims, Christians

What the fuck's the difference?

We all want money, drugs & bitches

Anybody that doesn't rubs me suspicious

I don't trust none of y'all

I don't trust religion

I don't trust the police or the justice system

Peace to erez the hustler locked up in prison

See you when you get home

We gonna puff the ism

The future is right now

Y'all motherfuckers listen







[Chorus: repeat 5X]



There is no future, the future is now

It's non?phixion; we're coming at you like pow







[Necro]



Your future is morbidity

Like Martha Stewart's fluids

The new shit I kick is putrid

Like Bea Arthur's pubics

Jump off the roof and dive headfirst into the concrete

Till the knee splits and blood red squirts

There's no brawling with the strategy of energy

Your cavity splatered your falling

Now gravity's your enemy

Shooting a bullet through your head

Is all it takes to make you dead?

Put a gat to your head

Only thing left to do is pull it

Simple like pressin record

on the remote erasing your life

Elimination, the message is stored

I got a fascination for assasination

Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered as Jackie O Nassis faced him

When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy

awesome audio, audacity or an orgasm

From dying on crosses to spying war ships

The future is present, peasant

Wake up or stay lying with corpses







[Chorus]







[Goretex]



Alien rehab, with L. Ron Hubbard the drug backet

Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrick

Digital dick, out for cheddar bled on the mattress

Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pout about it

A planet that turns actors to crack faggots

We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & Black Sabbath

Playing it off, stinking like I'm bathing a corpse

Getting frisked by pigs in my Porsche like I'm David Lee Roth

It's the new mutants, torched your school like I see students

Metal detectors & dogs putting frost on intruders

I'm flashing my teeth, legal now for stashing your E

My cyborgs ill, this bad bitch with ass that speaks

Put it down with Charlie to eat, God pardon my speech

Godfather, dust blunts, the Judge Dredd of the streets

The Wizard of Gore, forensic, a legend that speaks

Sporting nipples like symbols till heaven repeats







[Chorus]







[Sabac Red]



I'm not just a rapper, I'm an artist, I pound the hardest

Bars tha shot the globe to make the dope sound retarded

The guards get involved with some of the harshest mosh pits

Non phixion's back bitch, roll out the red carpet

I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens

A lost presence got me through rough times and hard sessions

Like deaths in the family, my method's insanity

A mixed consienceness with a twist of profanity

We plan to be some of the sickest riches in the business

We mean business from the start to the finish

This is for the presidents, drug dealers, scholars & authors

Warriors, terrorists, professors in college & lawyers

Fathers & mothers, children, sisters & brothers

Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches & busters

There's no justice, I'm on some fiending by the thug shit

You're loving on your enemy, pull your gat and bust it BAM