Hardcore Chemical

[Verse 1:] ~Ill Bill~
 I'm the problem and the solution
 The revolution won't be televised, it's too gruesome
 Too gangster, too graphic for you born-again faggots
 My words inspire people like the ten commandments
 I floss with diamond teeth, SCUBA dive on a private beach
 Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech
 I cut your tongue out for talking against me
 My enemies' grandchildren will remember me for centuries
 The fine line between insanity and genius
 Murder you, I give your reality a remix
 Humanity's beneath us, we super humans
 Super tyrants, super violent, listen to the way my nine click
 Right before I pop your collar
 The most hated from New York like I shot your mamma
 Compare me to Amazon.com for dollars
 Canarsie Osama, riding with a? of martyrs, fucker
 [Chorus:] ~Everlast~ (2x)
 Hardcore chemical, gangster material
 Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
 Put em up, shut em down
 Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
 [Verse 2:] ~Everlast~
 The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot, the liquor and pot
 Got me higher than the Denver junkie, shocking the monkey
 Feeding his habit, set it up, cook it up, tie it off and stab it
 Shoot it up, feel the rush then throw up your guts
 Nod out for a while cause the style is nuts
 Like I'm in Roca, it's fucking Coka
 These other cats fake it with that baking soda
 This is it, this is it, yeah I'm back on the shit again
 (Slaine: Danny Boy, Danny Boy, you ever gonna spit again?)
 C'mon homie you know me, yeah I birthed your style
 The money-back guarantee, I make it worth your while
 Still the Cadillac King, I don't fuck with foreign cars
 American, I need a blowjob and a porn star
 Nobody move, no not one punk
 I fuck around and pull out my shotgun pump
 [Repeat Chorus:] (2x)
 [Verse 4:] ~Slaine~
 Yeah dope motherfuckers I came back to spit
 Move with the hunger fueled by a lack of chips
 When I lose my cool and shoot it's accurate
 Give me some room, I make yous move back a bit
 I came from a town where the hope can drown
 Bought a teaspoon? from the dope and found
 With their necks tied up and the rope around
 Eighties cars overheated broken down
 Car-thieving heathen, living where no odds or even
 Gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving
 Everybody scheming, we all deceiving
 I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums
 Now I stand in a position of strength
 So I speak for those who can't, I spit what I think
 I'm from the city where motherfuckers were sticking the pigs
 I rep the Irish street cats and the micks in the clink, c'mon
 [Repeat Chorus:] (2x)