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Non Phixion - Futurama lyrics
[Ill Bill] They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortim, alien ? Get your vibe together Who decides truth? guys in ties and suits? Violent coups from private schools? We got rules of taunt, duals of war, using thugs like swords Pay for groceries, the DNA clothes in your vocal cords The order of the world has already been bought Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war Drink your cocaine cuz drugs is legal Androids rule, the streets 'll be dark, scremin' fuck the people Even a priest can fall in love with evil If a bitch to suckin' his dick, swallow nothing, gulp the semen Election day, young americans will vote for demons, overachieving Yo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces [Chorus] Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin' This is futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin' [Goretex] The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans Follow the sergeant, the one handle and largest, the vents Made the top of department, fire bomb and projects intent Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary Ya never hold a grudge, they can judge us to Applebee's My teams fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cash I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bagel? Gangsta, Sherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water (Speakin through television like Benny Hin?) We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids 'Pac was framed, they killed him in the spot near the caves To vegetate, claimin credit to detonate Human bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms [Chorus] [Ill Bill] At the fight club, fist, knives, and guns Tribes are ?, cannabalistic humanoid Underground drugs, rainin' blood Sorta like slave did in '86, communicate with aliens, there he is I made run DMC sell me, the devil's soul, make your head explode With the planable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect Fuck love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head See masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot I recruit the true mistics, I turn goon's futuristic We too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits [Chorus] |
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