Ill Bill:
We tour the world like guns n roses in their prime
Livin the life style of a rock star but we rhyme
Lyrically we murder MCs my words are grenades
Adjectives are shotguns my verse is surgical blades
Sittin Sizzle like menaces to society
And sc society has brainwashed redefined me
Spark a revolution up while we sparkin the bush
Legalizing medication were the doctors of kush
Shamans who smoke sparkin up the magical herbs
[?] while the botanicals burn
It’s like a ritual or sacrifice death the force Hip hop
Spit a verse smoke a spliff its a fact of life
It’s a never ending supply homie pack the pipe
Showtime in 15 we gonna make it crack tonight
Another sold out show homie it’s packed tonight
Fuck around another whack rapper gettin smacked tonight

Chorus (1 Ton):
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, A microphone killer
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! A microphone Killer
(UnderRated):
I’m tight when I recite and I got the right flavor
I strike like I’m a knight with a bright light saber
I’m the kike on the mic I’ll end the life of a hater
No one can do it greater then your neighbor in Arcata
Yo I be the illest homie
I smoke and get all stoney
I’m high your way below me
That’s why she’s trying to blow me
I spit it sicker kill an MC quicker
No MC slicker trick ya like a flea flicker
I can do anything if you want me demonstrate
I can take and eliminate everybody in the building
I’m killin the microphone every time I recite though
If u want me to battle then hide the women and children
Spit it all day til my face bright red I’m a little white bread
I’m a little white boy like Bill and Ted
Excellent with the flow til the mic is dead
Everybody dies
Never waking up like Frankinstein
I’m the one that they love when I spit a rhyme
MCs better run I’ll rip out your spine
I am the best best believe when I flow that I know I’m fresh
I’mma go to the limit never give it a rest
Nobody can do it like me and I’mma leave u in a bloody mess
Chorus (1 Ton):
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, A microphone killer
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! A microphone Killer

(1 Ton):
My Flowin skills is cold as ice like playin blades of steel
I spit the raps that slap homie that’s how I pay the bills
Locked up for 25 to life for all them stages killed
I keeps it real, do everything I say I will
Some rappers swear they homies turn around and play me ill
Never mind, sorry for ya time, we gonna make it still
This is hip-hop, This is how I really feel
Trendsetter with skills way before our record deal
1 Ton is in the building party like my birthday
Get drunk and look for women who get naughty on the first day
Ya know the beats is knockin love my flow and word play
When you turn your speakers up its like a California earth quake
It’s not a game, its not a joke, I don’t fuck around
You’ll neva bring me down, You can neva take the crown
I’m rhyming and smoking runnin through a whole pound
Too fat to run a lap instead I run the whole town
Chorus (1 Ton):
DIE!! Microphone Killer
DIE!! Microphone Killer
DIE!! Microphone Killer
DIE!! Microphone Killer

Slaine of La Coka Nostra


Chorus (1 Ton):
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, A microphone killer
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE!! A microphone Killer