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(feat. Ill Bill) "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" [El-Producto] Simian drugs, simian drugs Everybody's in love with our simian drugs [Ill Bill] 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 [El-Producto] You could suck tits like Schillinger's kitten, isolation provokin 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 [Ill Bill] You know you heard it I grab your crucifix and invert it Fuck a consequence, I chop the head, gangster apocalypse Walk into banks and write "withdrawals" on the deposit slip This female cop ran up on me, so I shot the bitch Songtexte[El-Producto] 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 [Ill Bill] 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 [El-Producto] Like an abusive home with sitcom laugh tracks Grafted from television's gloden era A demolition pirate, drive a plain automobile and spit metal barbs Play jacks without Barbie I'm on a battlecat bombin baby [Ill Bill] 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!" [El-Producto] 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 [Ill Bill] Back from behind bars I be like Biggie Smalls and die large [El-Producto] With Patty Hearst cleaning guns In the back of a stolen car With the hands of a bleeding bueracrat Banned from Ishtar [Ill Bill] I like good girls But triflin bitches get my dick hard [El-P] Hard, hard, hard, hard [Chorus] Simian drugs, simian drugs "D-R-U-G-S'S" Everybody's in love with our simian drugs "D-R-U-G-S'S" [x2] "Where you at monkey?"[---> D-Stroy] [Ill Bill] Droppin from planet rap The CEOs deflect bullets with laptops To sell crack rock We be "Licensed to Ill" like Ad Rock [El-Producto] 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 [Ill Bill] Last cop, beat by my my blueprints I'ma do shit if the shoe fits You'll take a whole precint with you too, kid [El-Producto] Mascot of mayhem Direct from brainstem on tilt With hands across the genocidal American quilt "Ahhhhh!" [Ill Bill] I walk around like it's game over (sorry) Peep out the replay The opposite opponent got his exploded [El-Producto] It's all midget whores on stilts Tall tales from little fucks Can't you trust a flip flace Like large Marge in a Mack Truck Back up [Ill Bill] The new paranoia Look over contracts on behalf of lawyers Laugh at toys, I blast at asteroids Go ask your daughter [El-Producto] Illicus, spillicus Plus funcrush that's killin this Willingly similar pendages Filling this blank page with syllabus Centuries certified murder hurts Best when flesh left on quarterized Labeled my words in the dirty earth Feelin this [Ill Bill] 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 [El-Producto] Yo, loose leaf You're spooky too, shoot community Via CIA spook without truth and immunity Pehaps doom will be the proof, in the streets Soon to see, looters on the loot They got guns and impunity [Chorus] [El-Producto] Yeah, baby [Mr. Len cuts and scratches for the rest of the track] Aus Songtexte Mania