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