D.P.A. b/w Simian D 12 — текст песни (Company Flow f 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

[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
??? the ?S`s?
Everybody`s in love with our simian drugs
??? the ?S`s
(x2)
Where you at monkey?---> D-Stroy

[Ill Bill]
Droppin from planet rap
The CEOs deflect bullets with laptops



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