Non Phixion - Futurama Lyrics
[Ill Bill]They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and ClonesComfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligenceFrozen organs, post-mortim, alien ?Get your vibe togetherWho decides truth? guys in ties and suits?Violent coups from private schools?We got rules of taunt, duals of war, using thugs like swordsPay for groceries, the DNA clothes in your vocal cordsThe order of the world has already been boughtRobocops programmed to kill and ready for warDrink your cocaine cuz drugs is legalAndroids rule, the streets 'll be dark, scremin' ***** the peopleEven a priest can fall in love with evilIf a ***** to suckin' his dick, swallow nothing, gulp the semenElection day, young americans will vote for demons, overachievingYo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces[Chorus]Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mamaA cross between terminator 3 and TutankhamunThis is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignmentReady to rock with the ruger nine shinin'This is futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mamaA cross between terminator 3 and TutankhamunThis is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignmentReady to rock with the ruger nine shinin'[Goretex]The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frighteningKabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titansFollow the sergeant, the one handle and largest, the ventsMade the top of department, fire bomb and projects intentVideo farewells off to majesty is all for salaryYa never hold a grudge, they can judge us to Applebee'sMy teams fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masksOn the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cashI rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stashBeneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bagel?Gangsta, Sherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water(Speakin through television like Benny Hin?)We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids'Pac was framed, they killed him in the spot near the cavesTo vegetate, claimin credit to detonateHuman bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms[Chorus][Ill Bill]At the fight club, fist, knives, and gunsTribes are ?, cannabalistic humanoidUnderground drugs, rainin' bloodSorta like slave did in '86, communicate with aliens, there he isI made run DMC sell me, the devil's soul, make your head explodeWith the planable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect***** love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your headSee masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proofNickel plated 9's shoot, crimes lootI recruit the true mistics, I turn goon's futuristicWe too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits[Chorus]
