This is Taliban rap, I'm a $#&@ing bomber.
My head wrapped like somebody who suffered trauma.
Musically I'm the embodiment of Jeffrey Dahmer.

Usually in the environment of !@!@&&.
My straight right like Argüello was.
You a medegon, Vinnie do what a dego does.

You about to find out what the human tornado does.
You a (*##$, you ain't even half what you say you was.
My %#@! is hard body lord, I'm a $#&@ing legend.

I don't get my hands dirty, that's for $#&@ing henchmen.
I'm the equivalent of Russian Roulette; $#&@ing tension.
And when you hear the ram's horn, it's the $#&@ing ending.

I'm a vampire, I love the setting of sun.
The night my time killing already begun.
I'm from the same place Anton Lavey is from.

I'm about to put the biscuit right to my head and be done.

[Chorus: Demoz]


This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall.
With that said I give a $#&@ about a withdrawal.

$#&@ a cornerback, bullets get you picked off.
Critics get pissed on when I'm pissed off.


This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall.
With that said I give a $#&@ about a withdrawal.
$#&@ a cornerback, bullets get you picked off.

Critics get pissed on when I'm pissed off.

[Verse 2: Demoz]


1978 my mom had a date,
'84 had me, had a hard time great.

Mom wasn't weak, I guess my dad wasn't fake.
But guessing only led to one thing, my mistakes.
That's why I cut the grass real low, check for snakes.

Apply pressure when I need to.
Satisfy my weight selling !@%!e and the diesel.
Fiends going crazy putting dope in their needles, it's hopeless and evil.

You can smoke wet and get smoked with the Eagle.
All over nothing, $#&@ing pride and your ego.
Spit all facts, I ain't gotta mislead you.

Talk %#@! wherever you stand, that's where I leave you.
Believe me, I can get you killed real easy.
Leave the scene but the hood won't leave me.

Tec on the dresser, (*##$ try to tease me,
I put a hole in her head right where her weave be, believe me.


[Chorus: Demoz]

This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall.

With that said I give a $#&@ about a withdrawal.
$#&@ a cornerback, bullets get you picked off.
Critics get pissed on when I'm pissed off.


This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall.
With that said I give a $#&@ about a withdrawal.

$#&@ a cornerback, bullets get you picked off.
Critics get pissed on when I'm pissed off.


[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

I'm the bomb attached to the chest of exploding martyrs, code of honours.

Shoot me out your M16, deliver souls beyond the world,
To conquer planets and enslave entire populations.
Colosseums where Hamas supply the operation.

Gladiators battle on the side of sovereign nations.
Fathers of confrontation, Lamas to pop your face in.
Blinded by lies and hatred, they conjure up abomination.

Armies march across the continents honouring Satan.
The final countdown, 2012.
Jumping out the Black Hawk with the black Eagle by the money belt.

I take you from the edges of space to the projects,
From the pyramids to Giza to where God sits, we monstrous.
I'm conscious homie, I'm wide-awake.

I supply the hate, La !@&@a Nostra.
The skull and guns, I supply the weight.
How many bricks you want? Let me see your money first.
As a matter of fact I'm taking your money, you $#&@ing herb.
$#&@ outta here, Billy Idol, La !@&@a Nostradamus.


[Chorus: Demoz]

This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall.
With that said I give a $#&@ about a withdrawal.

$#&@ a cornerback, bullets get you picked off.
Critics get pissed on when I'm pissed off.

This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall.
With that said I give a $#&@ about a withdrawal.

$#&@ a cornerback, bullets get you picked off.
Critics get pissed on when I'm pissed off.