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