The Virtual Goat

Lyrics
[Verse 1: ILL BILL] 2025 alive, solar powered nines, hard times Sometimes I'm surprised that the world's even survived A world of weapons A world of deception, technological tension I take drugs to forget, freedom of expression I'd rather not dwell on evil intentions I'd rather fuck a hologram Fuck with these evil inventions Remember when porn was one-dimensional? Evil Angels will implant images in your brain to have sex with you The girl of your choice, fuck an interactive menu Pop a pill to trigger the system im-planted in you A simple operation redefining the term "go fuck yourself" In a simple conversation I see modern religion collapse under money and machines God is the remote control in your laptop computer screen Computer worship Make you lose it to shoot a person Log in for another consumer purchase [Verse 2: Goretex] World Downfall Hit the town raw, enter the round door Cold War, splatter your fitted like coleslaw Rotten Swiss, cold mortuaries for dips Sanitation rolling your limb with the garbage of fish Blood, Crips and killers Ratchets for doing the thriller Handle my biz, but don't you dare ruin my dinner Feminine thug, you more like a actual flamer Pull your rug out, steal your bitch and clap at her later Screaming "Hey, pelican," trains of coke on my cock Where the hoes at? We rapping for them kids on lock Hate me, 'cause I hate you too We shake hands the American way Then settle it with clips and Glocks Tripping off kid, ey, rip your eye out like Thom Yorke Carry a torch for execution, style and sport We tour drive-bys on the Mongoose for poor This ain't rhetorical, we'll body you up, prolly the next tour
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Credits
- Writers
- ILL BILL
- Lord Goat