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 versus the sleestak 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

Creators of 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 versus Berkowitz

We turn it up

Like acid versus Percocets

We serve it up

Like assassins that flirt with death

We sherm it up

Like gangsters versus 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 of Pontius Pilate

Dwell on the underworld’s of the city where the monster’s hiding

The mind of Heath Ledger with a handful of pills

My face covered in makeup and a plan for the kill

The massacre’s real, like crackheads dancing for krills

A hairy situation like a tarantula’s 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 a Sicilian

Fuck priceless, cause every word I write cost a million