Lyrics Manson vs Berkowitz - Ill Bill , Q-Unique

Dirty hands over a sacrificial lamb
I got mad issues so I'm snatching the pistol fam
The green trees got me into orbit
Where I found the skeletal remains of a mafia informant
I'm from Gravesend where from out of the playpen
You could get paid from filling the graves with made-men
No remorse like the end of a nasty divorce
Marshall vs the sleaze stacked with her hand on the torch
Land of the Lost hit you with chrome barrels or with stone arrows
Could turn your oceans into blood like Mo' told Pharaoh
They exit Egypt thousand years before the death of Jesus
Millenniums before these Devils invented diseases
Created the AIDS ice-cold like vapors in space
Institutionalized like hiding razor blades in cakes
Incarcerated scarfaces that'll rape your face
To let you know what fucking time it is like Flava Flav
We burn it up
Like Manson vs Berkowitz
We turn it up
Like acid vs Percocets
We serve it up
Like assassin's that flirt with death
We sherm it up
Like gangsters vs stick-up kids
This is the mind of violence with a designer virus
Screw on the silencer in time so you can die in silence
Capital-Q decapitate capitalist rappers
I put a cap in they back after I turn my cap backwards
The blood on the hands a Pontius Pilate
Dwell on the underworld's of the city where the monsters hiding
The mind of Heath Ledger with a handful of pills
My face covered in make-up and a plan for the kill
The massacres real like crackheads dancing for krills
A hairy situation like a Tarantulas meal
I'm like a cross between a scorpion and Kevorkian
My impact will flatten a skyscraper like an accordion
Award winning war villains
Playing hopscotch across buildings and
Toss trucks like matchbox cars at your children
Homie I square off like it's Sicilian
Fuck priceless cause every word I write costs a million