Megatron
[Intro: samples]
Where's Bill? Where's Bill?
Please, stop hitting me...
Where's Bill?!
Ah, I don't know who Bill is!
Bullshit!
ILL Bill, Mister ILL Bill, Mister ILL Bill, Mister ILL Bill
ILL Bill, y'all
Statik Selektah on the beat, for the homie Frank The Butcher
[Freestyle: ILL Bill]
Yo, it's the Cult Leader, Megatron
I transform into a [?] and my uncle on methadone
Brooklyn to the core, System of a Down
Pistols in your mouth, listen now, this is something else
Listen how we drift about, risking our freedom by flipping out
Biscuits in the round, pistols at the ground, [?]
Spinning in and out of consciousness
Riddled with about a thousand clips
Criminally found around him, manically sick
Physically endowed to riot and flip
Muffled horrific sounds cancel you, quiet is kept
Dump an entire TEC in your lungs, occupying your breath
On your knees in front of me, begging and crying for death
Demonically possessed, economically the best
Obsessed with sodomy and death, my commodity's a vest
Yeah, we wash brains and rob planes
You don't understand yet?
Lucifer's the angel that God pays, homie