Ill Bill - Simian D aka Feeling Ignorant lyrics

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" [El-Producto] Simian d**, simian d** Everybody's in love with our simian d** [Ill Bill] If it wasn't for Microsoft, you f*ggots wouldn't have no fans If you lived in the Middle East, you f*ggots wouldn't have no hands Still a bunch of jerk offs, I f** your mother then I murk off [El-Producto] You could s** tits like Schillinger's kid in isolation provokin panic And f**ed in the a** by Sting for seven hours, tantric Set the phone in a fan-zine for the the man boy love circuit Society, a stain, plain murderers are worthless [Ill Bill] You know you heard it I grab your crucifix and invert it f** a consequence, I'm choppin heads, gangster apocalypse Walk into banks and write "withdrawals" on the deposit slip This female cop ran up on me, so I shot the b**h [El-Producto] From the brain of John Malkovich Insane from the stain frame The twelve monkeys caught in a corrupted co*k blender Serenity hits the sh**s Dickin of lips of Rocky Horror Pics Face, scar tissue, standard issue [Ill Bill] I hit you with your entire generation I'm friends with God, and I'm friends with Satan It all depends upon my situation I'm flippin the chains to keep my pistols equipped with lasers Stranger to major labels, Ill Bill f** a tell-lie-vision, this is cable [El-Producto] Like an abusive home with sitcom laugh tracks Grafted from television's golden era A demolition pirate, drive a plain automobile and spit metal barbs Play jacks without Barbie I'm on a battlecat bombin baby [Ill Bill] I'm mad crazy Used to be a really nice guy, at one time Now I pull out nines, at one time And love crime, the drug find It's way into rhyme The rhymes find their way into my drug I'm in love with hate it's great The hooker had me hooked just after one date "It's Grrreat!" [El-Producto] A time that miscreants sh** more than just dissin and stimulants You caught in a small space Dusted with a psychopath simian Justice is a garden tool In the hands of the militant Primitive villagers with no food The weaponry is crude [Ill Bill] Back from behind bars I be like Biggie Smalls and die large [El-Producto] With Patty Hearst cleaning guns In the back of a stolen car With the hands of a bleeding bueracrat Banned from Ishtar [Ill Bill] I like good girls But triflin b**hes get my dick hard [El-P] Hard, hard, hard, hard (Chorus) Simian d**, simian d** "D-R-U-G-S'S" Everybody's in love with our simian d** "D-R-U-G-S'S" (x2) "Where you at monkey?"---] D-Stroy [Ill Bill] Droppin from planet rap The CEOs deflect bullets with laptops To sell crack rock We be "Licensed to Ill" like Ad Rock [El-Producto] And Stanley, a Mortimer Trading Places With a faceless mascot In a monkey suit with bloody execs and a L.I.R.R Reached they last stop [Ill Bill] Last cop, beat by my my blueprints I'mma do sh** if the shoe fits You'll take a whole precint with you too, kid [El-Producto] Mascot of mayhem Direct from brainstem on tilt With hands across the genocidal American quilt "Ahhhhh!" [Ill Bill] I walk around like it's game over (sorry) Peep out the replay The opposite opponent got his brain exploded [El-Producto] It's all midget who*es on stilts Tall tales from little f**s Can't you trust a flip flace Like large Marge in a Mack Truck Back up [Ill Bill] The new paranoia Look over contracts on behalf of lawyers Laugh at toys, I blast at asteroids Go ask your daughter [El-Producto] Illicus, spillicus Plus funcrush that's k**in this Willingly similar pillages Filling this blank page with syllabus Centuries certified murder hurts Best when flesh left on quarterized Labeled my words in the dirty earth Feelin this [Ill Bill] If not, you better have your f**in head examined The type of sh** I'm on Cats have only read about and carved in granite Pull up your skirt and cause your heart to vanish I start the madness Pull out and bust my art upon the canvas [El-Producto] Yo, loose leaf You're spooky too, shoot community Via CIA spook without truth and immunity Pehaps doom will be the proof, in the streets Soon to see, looters on the loot They got guns and impunity (Chorus) [El-Producto] Yeah, baby *Mr. Len cuts and scratches for the rest of the track*