"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
[Chorus: El-Producto]
Simian drugs, simian drugs
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs
[Verse 1: Ill Bill & El-Producto]
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
You could suck tits like Schillinger's kid in isolation provoke 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
You know you heard it
I grab your crucifix and invert it
Fuck a consequence, I'm choppin' heads, gangster apocalypse
Walk into banks and write "withdrawals" on the deposit slip
This female cop ran up on me, so I shot the bitch
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
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
Like an abusive home with sitcom laugh tracks
Grafted from television's golden era
A demolition pirate, drive a plain automobile and spit metal barbs
Play jacks without Barbie
I'm on a battlecat bombin baby
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!"
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
Back from behind bars
I be like Biggie Smalls and die large
With Patty Hearst cleaning guns
In the back of a stolen car
With the hands of a bleeding bureaucrat banned from Ishtar
I like good girls, but triflin bitches get my dick hard
Hard, hard, hard, hard
[Chorus: El-Producto]
Simian drugs, simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
Simian drugs, simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
D-Stroy: "Where you at monkey?"
[Verse 2: Ill Bill & El-Producto]
Droppin' from planet rap, the CEOs deflect bullets with laptops
To sell crack rock, we be "Licensed to Ill" like Ad Rock
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
Last cop, beat by my my blueprints, I'mma do shit if the shoe fits
You'll take a whole precinct with you too, kid
Mascot of mayhem direct from brain stem on tilt
With hands across the genocidal American quilt
"Ahhhhh!"
I walk around like it's game over (sorry)
Peep out the replay, the opposite opponent got his brain exploded
It's all midget whores on stilts, tall tales from little fucks
Can't you trust a flip face like large Marge in a Mack Truck, back up
The new paranoia, look over contracts on behalf of lawyers
Laugh at toys, I blast at asteroids go ask your daughter
Illicus, spillicus, plus funcrush that's killin' this
Willingly similar pillages filling this blank page with syllables
Centuries certified murder hurts
Best when flesh left on quarterized, labeled my words in the dirty earth
Feelin' this
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
Yo, loose leaf, you're spooky too, shoot community
Via CIA spook without truth and immunity
Perhaps doom will be the proof in the streets, soon to see
Looters on the loot, they got guns and impunity
[Chorus: El-Producto]
Simian drugs, simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
Simian drugs, simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs
"D-R-U-G-S'S"
D-Stroy: "Where you at monkey?"
[El-Producto]
Yeah, baby
*Mr. Len cuts and scratches for the rest of the track*
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