Letras:
Kill Devil Hills

'm not a new jack, an Iker or a jerk with a pump I'm straight sober, I'm a feed my ratchet and hunt We kill Willies, still hillbillies don't call us nuttin

[Verse 1:] I spoke to Osama's cousin, he said that Jeb Bush was waiting with the helicopter Blooded out, the Crips got Barry O with the teleprompter

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

[Verse 1:] [I'll Bill:] I'm like a Viking in a submarine, I'm a Spartan with guns and beams Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends I be the

There's a fixed rate of pay per murder & the assassin Is a expert so you know that he stay with the burner From buying glocks to LSD psych ops Amen Ra

now put that shit to work; let the light be revealed From the triple stage darkness to the seven seals Ebbets Field forever real, rebels kill, devils

Rape, rupture and suck, clusters of pumps Constant transfusions suction the puss Lucid autopsies that dwarf Nazis, functions erupt Cold war between the Devil

to 'em runnin' nothin' but realness! Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill, went through the whole drill! Haters try to kill

the hill Chasing some poor criminal And I guess they're out to kill Oh there must be shackles on his feet And mother in his eyes Stumbling through the devil