Megatron

- Where’s Bill? Where’s Bill?

- Please stop hitting me.

- Where’s Bill?

- I don’t know who Bill is!

- Bullshit!

Ill Bill, Mr. Ill Bill, Mr. Ill Bill, Mr. Ill Bill

[Verse 1]

It’s the cult leader Megatron

I transform into a Predacon, I’m my uncle on methadone

Brooklyn to the core, System of a Down, pistols on your mouth

Your mission isn’t that, this is something else

Listen how we drift about, risking our freedom by flipping out

Biscuits in the round, bitches hit the ground, sins of the devout

Spinning in and out of consciousness

Riddled with about a thousand clips

Criminally found around the manically sick

Physically endowed to wild and flip

Muffle horrific sounds, cancel you, quiet is kept

Dump an entire TEC in your lungs occupying your breath

On your knees in front of me begging and crying for death

Demonically possessed, economically the best

Obsessed with sodomy and death, my commodities infest

Yeah we wash brains and fly planes, you don’t overstand yet?

Lucifer’s the angel that God pays, homie

[Outro]

Can you dig it?