The Walking Dead-Ruste Juxx/The Arcitype/Shabaam Sahdeeq/Guilty Simpson

The Walking Dead (feat. Ruste Juxx, Guilty Simpson & Shabaam Sahdeeq) - Ill Bill [Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist Kill the cartel, rule the land with a iron fist Ruste Juxx I be spitting that Body new rappers, homie, watch who you getting at Brrap, the bold cap snapback I hit you with the brrat 'till your cap snap back Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates I'm organizing late funerals and early wakes For any hot stepper trying to dance with the devil Gravedigger, stand over your corpse with a shovel Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I'm out They building something on the lands so now I gotta dig 'em out Hoodfella, I rob for deniros Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero My patience is zero, I'm keeping it a hundred Everytime I had a fight in my life I never fronted I'm the realest [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Illest man walking, night of the living dead Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared I'm the illest man walking, night of the living dead Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st House keeping, streets sweeping when doing my dirty work Marijuana sparker, playing that drum like Travis Barker Fam, I will valet park ya Take your keys then get that cake before you leave Gun talk, shooting the breeze I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred emcees Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees That mac wind made his hat spin There's a million mad men in my trash bin So when I buck at you bastards Calm your frontline, and call it a muscle relaxer Results of my violence is silence, we all can sleep Me home, you six feet deep Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it Everytime I step to the plate, I never bund it I'm the illest [Hook] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] I'm a product of the projects, a menace to society My consciense thinks progress but my greed thinks violently Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back Taking what I wanna take, homie, I'm a scumbag So disrespectful I know my parents taught me better than that But couldn't keep me away from felony rap Not talking about music, this is felony robbery Strong arm with the uzi, intercepting the economy Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground And I'm too broke to own a silencer, homie, this is loud Matter of fact, definetely, make your ears ring Crazy you can get shot and not feel it at first, it's a weird thing Pass out, wake up in the emergency room With people you never met before nursing your wounds Your little sister crying, doctors are inserting a tube Down your throat, oh well, nothing personal dude Bill is the illest [Hook]