Cult Assassin - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill

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 Masonic Lodge

To the private blog of Adam Weishaupt

Public enemy caught in the shooter’s lobby

The real life Luca Brasi, so fuck you and the Illuminazi

Spray with the milf

The cradle of filth

A.38, some cocaine and some pills, stay chill

Supergroupies wanna get raped & scraped in the grill

Duct taped & filmed, I cut to the chase & I drill

This that murderworld animal funk, a brand you can trust

Like Phil Knight, listen how it bang in the trunk

The darkness that surround us can’t hurt us

It’s the darkness in the heart of our souls

That turn us into murderers

Even though we gutter

We still gotta reach for the stars

Peace to the gods

Now speak to the kronze

They say that doomsday was written in an alien bible

In algebraic code

Signalling a day of reprisal

Now pay the toll

Homemade weapons, razors crazy glued to toothbrushes

Two suspects, no arrests, Koolaid smiles & hold grudges

Excited deathsquads, Knights of Templar

The lightest kevlar, the finest champagne, write your memoirs

They tried to extradite him for running guns

So he faked his own death & had plastic surgery in Colombia

The last of the cast iron, blast fire, anti

Accidental billionaire amongst the vampires

Protest is not disturbing the peace

There’s no peace to disturb in a war

Murder galore, secret police

Plain clothes, F.B.I.

earpiece

Work the crowd with sunglasses on

Beach hat, banana clip at the bar

The AK under the dinner table

We innovative

So we’ll survive after everything else has disintegrated