Futurama

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] They got AIDS infectin' the globe, laser weapons and clones Conquerors, presidents, death, artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post mortem, Alien Malachi York And Five Percenters, drug trials forever Get your mind together Who decides truth? guys in ties and suits? Violent coups, or private schools? Keep-out rules are taught, duels are fought, using thoughts like swords Pay for groceries with the DNA codes in your vocal cords The order of the world has already been bought Robocops is programmed to kill and ready for war Drink your cocaine cuz drugs is legal Androids rule the streets of New York, screamin' fuck the people Even a priest can fall in love with evil If a bitch that's suckin his dick will swallow nut and gulp his semen Election day, young Americans will vote for demons, overachieving Yo we sniff blow or blow up precincts [Hook: Ill Bill & Goretex] Welcome to Futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamen This is Ill Bill reporting for a new assignment Ready to rock with the Ruger nine shinin' This is Futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is Ill Bill reporting for a new assignment Ready to rock with the Ruger nine shinin' [Verse 2: Goretex] The noose is tight, the news is sightings, the truth's frightening Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans Follow the sergeant, the one handling largest events Made the top of department fire bombing projects and temps Video farewell's off to majesty, it's all for salary I never hold a grudge, takin' judges to Applebee's My teams fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks On the run for war games, bugs, and funnelling cash I'll rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash Beneath the remains of human ash, the gun in the bag Gangsta, cherry Ketamine, the medicine, Pirelli spin, the new order (Speakin' through television like Benny Hinn) We rock blades and pop collars like hockey rings 'Pac was framed, they cloned him in the spot near the caves To vegetate, claimin' credit to detonate Human bombs, nuclear arms, super market cancer and farms [Hook] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] At the fight club, fists, knives, and guns Tribes of C.H.U.D: Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Drugs Rainin' blood sorta like Slayer did in '86 Communicate with aliens, there he is I made Run DMC sell me the devil's soul Make your head explode with implantable chips by remote control I told them all what to expect Fuck love and respect When you're on your knees with a gun to your head See Masonic temples, lies, truth, god, devils, science, proof Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot I recruit the true mystics I turn goons futuristic We too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits [Hook]