Paroles Hulk meat Ill Bill

Hulk meat

I spit that floating Pentagram, my beard resemble Baphomet
Black hoodie with a black robe and the staff of death
Mullets and mustaches, tiger print muscle tees
Hustle Gs, a drug dealer's dream is a hundred keys
Enter the Supercoven, shoot your mother, Joe Fixit, coke bricks &
Scopes click into rifles, approach business
Like a octopus, duck down when the shotgun bust
Cannibal Hulk equal vodka multiplied by dust
Superhuman strength, lift cars and save little kids' lives
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard in his prime I'm a
Menace to a society that can not define me
I'm so high right now I can't even define what high means
Haha, I feel I have a greater purpose though
Spit that purple dro, murder flow like the Kurtis Blow
Gun warm in my palm although my arm's cold
What awaits me in the beyond, only God knows
Anton LaVey had a pet lion, I'ma get rich or dead trying
On them projects steps with the sket iron
Ops get rocked & robbed, to the mouth of God
Pop the fuck off like Al Shabaab

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker
Rock you to sleep like cold vodkaYou in the trunk now all chopped off
I'm Father Yod with the hang glider
With 14 wives battle for whose pussy tighter
My killers ugly like Joe Cocker
Rock you to sleep like cold vodka
You in the trunk now all chopped off
I'm Father Yod with the hang glider
With 14 wives battle for whose pussy tighter

I'm like [?] in '86, Camaros, came to lynch your pharaos
Trigger finger, styrofoam or potato barrels
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Jumping out refrigerators
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I have to kill cause I think it
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Starving bitches on the razor carpet
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My killas ugly like Joe [?]
Rock you to sleep like cold rocker
You in the trunk now or chopped off
[?] with the hang glider
[?] battle for whose puss are tighter
My killas ugly like Joe [?]
Rock you to sleep like cold rocker
You in the trunk now or chopped off
[?] with the hang glider
[?] battle for whose puss are tighter