Hulk Meat - Ill Bill, Stu Bangas, Goretex

I spit that floating Pentagram, my beard resemble Baphomet

Black hoodie with a black robe and the staff of death

Mullets and mustaches, tiger print muscle tees

Hustle Gs, a drug dealer’s dream is a hundred keys

Enter the Supercoven, shoot your mother, Joe Fixit

Coke bricks and scopes click into rifles, approach business

Like an octopus, duck down when the shotgun bust

Cannibal Hulk equal vodka multiplied by dust

Superhuman strength, lift cars and save little kids' lives

Like Ol' Dirty Bastard in his prime I’m a

Menace to a society that can not define me

I’m so high right now I can’t even define what high means

Haha, I feel I have a greater purpose though

Spit that purple dro, murder flow like the Kurtis Blow

Gun warm in my palm although my arm’s cold

What awaits me in the beyond, only God knows

Anton LaVey had a pet lion, I’ma get rich or dead trying

On them projects steps with the sket iron

Ops get rocked and robbed, to the mouth of God

Pop the fuck off like Al Shabaab

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker

Rock you to sleep like cold vodka

You in the trunk now all chopped off

I’m Father Yod with the hang glider

With fourteen wives battle for whose pussy tighter

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker

Rock you to sleep like cold vodka

You in the trunk now all chopped off

I’m Father Yod with the hang glider

With fourteen wives battle for whose pussy tighter

I’m like Sbarro’s in '86, Camaros, cable links your pharaos

Trigger finger, styrofoam or potato barrels

Age of steel, Tatum O’Neal, sleeves and gumdrops

Hustle anything that alter, PCP or crush rock

Triple pack, Mackenzie Phillips, basement kin

If you worked for it, no need to hit it, makin' a sale

I’m like Brando on Letterman, I cop Denali off elephants

From cellophane to tenaments to heavy developments

Glenwood fortunes, what about jumping out refrigerators

Deep cook, he slip a body up in the incinerator

Coughin' syrup we drinkin', bone fragments and trinkets

I don’t have to kill 'cause I think it, Charlie with Mayas and Incas

The kind of Hulk, get this torch from the face of carnage

Like Amber Lynn hooked on meth >❓❓❓❓❓❓<, they ain’t sharp as bombers

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker

Rock you to sleep like cold vodka

You in the trunk now all chopped off

I’m Father Yod with the hang glider

With fourteen wives battle for whose pussy tighter

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker

Rock you to sleep like cold vodka

You in the trunk now all chopped off

I’m Father Yod with the hang glider

With fourteen wives battle for whose pussy tighter