(feat. Ill Bill)



"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"



[El-Producto]

Simian drugs, simian drugs

Everybody's in love with our simian drugs



[Ill Bill]

If it wasn't for Microsoft, you faggots wouldn't have no fans

If you lived in the Middle East, you faggots wouldn't have no hands

Still a bunch of jerk offs, I fuck your mother then I murk off



[El-Producto]

You could suck tits like Schillinger's kitten, isolation provokin panic

And fucked in the ass by Sting for seven hours, tantric

Set the phone in a fan-zine for the the man boy love circuit

Society, a stain, plain murderers are worthless



[Ill Bill]

You know you heard it

I grab your crucifix and invert it

Fuck a consequence, I chop the head, gangster apocalypse

Walk into banks and write "withdrawals" on the deposit slip

This female cop ran up on me, so I shot the bitch



[El-Producto]

From the brain of John Malkovich

Insane from the stain frame

The twelve monkeys caught in a corrupted cock blender

Serenity hits the shits

Dickin of lips of Rocky Horror Pics

Face, scar tissue, standard issue



[Ill Bill]

I hit you with your entire generation

I'm friends with God, and I'm friends with Satan

It all depends upon my situation

I'm flippin the chains to keep my pistols equipped with lasers

Stranger to major labels, Ill Bill

Fuck a tell-lie-vision, this is cable



[El-Producto]

Like an abusive home with sitcom laugh tracks

Grafted from television's gloden era

A demolition pirate, drive a plain automobile and spit metal barbs

Play jacks without Barbie

I'm on a battlecat bombin baby



[Ill Bill]

I'm mad crazy

Used to be a really nice guy, at one time

Now I pull out nines, at one time

And love crime, the drug find

it's way into rhyme

The rhymes find their way into my drug

I'm in love with hate it's great

The hooker had me hooked just after one date

"It's Grrreat!"



[El-Producto]

A time that miscreants

Shit more than just dissin and stimulants

You caught in a small space

Dusted with a psychopath simian

Justice is a garden tool

In the hands of the militant

Primitive villagers with no food

The weaponry is crude



[Ill Bill]

Back from behind bars

I be like Biggie Smalls and die large



[El-Producto]

With Patty Hearst cleaning guns

In the back of a stolen car

With the hands of a bleeding bueracrat

Banned from Ishtar



[Ill Bill]

I like good girls

But triflin bitches get my dick hard



[El-P]

Hard, hard, hard, hard



[Chorus]

Simian drugs, simian drugs

"D-R-U-G-S'S"

Everybody's in love with our simian drugs

"D-R-U-G-S'S"

[x2]

"Where you at monkey?"[---> D-Stroy]



[Ill Bill]

Droppin from planet rap

The CEOs deflect bullets with laptops

To sell crack rock

We be "Licensed to Ill" like Ad Rock



[El-Producto]

And Stanley, a Mortimer trading places

With a faceless mascot

In a monkey suit with bloody execs and a L.I.R.R.

Reached they last stop



[Ill Bill]

Last cop, beat by my my blueprints

I'ma do shit if the shoe fits

You'll take a whole precint with you too, kid



[El-Producto]

Mascot of mayhem

Direct from brainstem on tilt

With hands across the genocidal American quilt



"Ahhhhh!"



[Ill Bill]

I walk around like it's game over (sorry)

Peep out the replay

The opposite opponent got his exploded



[El-Producto]

It's all midget whores on stilts

Tall tales from little fucks

Can't you trust a flip flace

Like large Marge in a Mack Truck

Back up



[Ill Bill]

The new paranoia

Look over contracts on behalf of lawyers

Laugh at toys, I blast at asteroids

Go ask your daughter



[El-Producto]

Illicus, spillicus

Plus funcrush that's killin this

Willingly similar pendages

Filling this blank page with syllabus

Centuries certified murder hurts

Best when flesh left on quarterized

Labeled my words in the dirty earth

Feelin this



[Ill Bill]

If not, you better have your fuckin head examined

The type of shit I'm on

Cats have only read about and carved in granite

Pull up your skirt and cause your heart to vanish

I start the madness

Pull out and bust my art upon the canvas



[El-Producto]

Yo, loose leaf

You're spooky too, shoot community

Via CIA spook without truth and immunity

Pehaps doom will be the proof, in the streets

Soon to see, looters on the loot

They got guns and impunity



[Chorus]



[El-Producto]

Yeah, baby



[Mr. Len cuts and scratches for the rest of the track]