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DJ MUGGS vs ILL BILL - "ILL BILL TV" Official Video
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Performer
ILL BILL
ILL BILL
Performer
Steve Ferlazzo
Steve Ferlazzo
Keyboards
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Producer

Lyrics

[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 Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka Death is constant, value of life's less than nonsense Process this information from me Suckered through the barcode implanted in your face for free You just a broken arrow homie, I'm a mushroom cloud A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck you smile Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies, it's an explosion of the skull and guns, mafia meetings FIB tags on Belt Parkway graffiti, the top of your fades bleeding What you reaching for? Get your fucking hand out your pocket And tell your man to stop acting so proper shooting the moshpit Pay attention, big brother is watching Matter of fact, so of all y'all, my Youtube channel is bonkers [Chorus:] This is I'll Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is I'll Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is I'll Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is I'll Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is-this is-this is [Verse 2:] I watched the Twin Towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate I watch this big titty bitch dictate, I spit hate I spit love, I spit drugs, I innovate I make digital transistors integrate the eagle, the owl, and the octopus Secrets that worth dying for, civilization debatable like existence of dinosaurs Final war, witnesses to Jehovah spy on your door Viral war, pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm Campus rampage, suicide high school Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms A monsoon of multinational corporate chirons and icons My logo might as well be a planet strangled by pythons Or better yet a skull with double guns Motherfucker run, left the undercover, drugged him with the needle from my brother Muggs We make the music that your mother loves Now she's glued to the screen too, it's kinda bugged [Chorus]
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