Amputated Saint

[Verse 1] [Ill 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 cause of this prison riot, spawn of the Israelites Torture you with kitchen knifes, caught you in a pistol fight I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life [B-Real] So when I hold the mic frighting day and night Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze Without any way to get out of this purple haze [Hook: Ill Bill] Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith Activate the tape, calculate the weight Single-handed with the cannon in their face Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith Activate the tape, calculate the weight Single-handed with the cannon in their face [Interlude: Ill Bill] Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over But before the CIA come to take us away Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over But before the CIA come to take us away Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze [Verse 2] [Ill Bill] I ate some brownies last week and I’ve been high for days Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face [B-Real] We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean I’m the man in all black with the hashisheen So many bags of green candy cars that lean Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it We got the greenery and the heavy machinery And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery [Hook]