Non Phixion - Futurama lyrics

(Ill Bill) They got AIDS infectin' the globe, laser weapons and clones Conquerors, Presidents, d**h, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien Malachi (?) Five percent is (?) forever. Get your mind together Who decides truth? Guys in ties and suits? Violent coups from private schools? Peep how rules are taught, duels are fought, using thoughts like swords Pay for groceries with DNA codes in your vocal chords The order of the world has already been bought Robocops programmed to k** and ready for war Drink your c**aine cuz d** is legal Androids rule the streets of New York, screamin' "f** the people" Even a priest can fall in love with evil If the b**h that's s**in' his dick will swallow nut and gulp his semen Election day, young Americans will vote for demons, overachievin' Yo we sniff blow or blow up priests' (Chorus) Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is Ill Bill reporting for a new a**ignment 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 a**ignment Ready to rock with the Ruger nine shinin' (Goretex) The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans Follow the sergeant, the one handlin' largest events Made the top of department, fire bombin' projects and tents Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary I never hold a grudge, takin' judges to Applebee's My team's fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cash I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the bag Gangsta, Cherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water (Speakin through television like Benny Hen) We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids '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 (Chorus) (Ill Bill) At the fight club, fist, knives, and guns Tribes of (?), cannabalistic humanoid Underground d**, 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 the plantable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect f** love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head Seen masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot I recruit the true mystics, I turn goon's futuristic We too sadistic, comin' at you with two biscuits (Chorus)