Millenniums Of Murder - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill

Worldwide violence, unified tyrants and suicide pilots

Utilize science with the do-or-die mindset

Step in the lion’s den, Leviathan, Orion’s head

Destroy you then resurrect only to let you die again

Hundred man karate rumbles, bounty hunter body doubles

Jeff Hannemans with Nazi ovens, the Malachi brothers

Some will eat while others die in hunger

Cry and hug like when a reunited child and mother find each other

Meanwhile my music incite the fans

Got an army of Syko Sams to shoot your high school until the rifle jams

Waiting to exhale, unexplainable chem-trails

We set sail for parts unknown searching for death’s grail

Stumbled to the end of the tunnel but didn’t see light

Machine gun-toting Levites, suicidal Sunnis, exploding Shiites

The holy man swore he seen Christ

And yet still he prays to take his enemy’s life

I’ve been through centuries of fights, millenniums of murder

18 a ki' the price, defending them with burners

Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners

Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous

Centuries of fights, millenniums of murder

18 a ki' the price, defending them with burners

Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners

Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous

«They shall learn the price of their arrogance!

Lock on homing devices and

eradicate New York, now!»

Stumble in looking like Hobgoblin

Lamas popping, choppers and rocket-propelled conflict

Firearms create the hollow tip mosh pit

Swap cars, Al-Qaeda entourage, Canarsie summertime, Chaka Kahn, Blockparty

Ricardo Montalban

Fuck your Fila suit, my guys shoot aliens

Who try to colonize inside tubes

All the while view mankind how predators define food

Heard this from a Mossad dude who resembled Tom Cruise

Truth-revealer, teach you how to put your kids through school

With two kilos, smooth hero, drink forties and shoot Cee-Lo

Fuck a bipolar, Mike Tyson fighting bolo

Kid Joe biopolo, album cover suicide photos

Corporate octopus, slaughter cult conquerors

War intoxicants, the Devil owns his own rocket-ships

Your karma been deposited, indulge in human sacrifice where the apostles live

Jeffry Dahmer’s crib, nondescript from the true horror locked within

Let the eagle pop then dip, watch your mouth, you could get shot to shit

Right inside your crib, fuck a 2012 Apocalypse

Matter fact, open up your mouth and swallow this