WHAT’S MY DRUG?
Fuck a fight, I'll bite off half your ear
Travel through the air like a deadly virus and strangle half the year
Paralyze the planet while Illuminazi quietly carry out their plan to enslave us despite the panic
Up the ante, triple down, get your pistols out
Trump-faced Baphomet rockin' Hitler's crown
Conehead hoodie champion sound
Bulletproof shooters cruise through with adamantium frowns
Sugar-free watermelon jello ketosis, we focused
Three toasters underneath thе sofa plus the heat I'm holdin'
Young Baloff, get your fucking skull sprayеd off
Then I skate off. you, Fakin' the Funk, word to Main Source
The world worship perverted gods, words are charged and bursting sparks like an overturned burning car
From the Flossy, call me Young Canarsie, Young Pesci
They'll either kill me or arrest me, that's my destiny
[Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst]
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
Goddammit, top savage, pop magnum at ops
And cops' badges, conjuring nonstop madness
Truck jewelry, heavy ice, plus plenty Polo
Tuck the uzi, "F" me twice like the Fendi logo
Only Built for Gucci Linx, snatch diamond rings
Clap .9s at pigs, snatch crowns from kings
Overthrow the empire, slay emperors
Ayatollahs of endless war at a tremendous cost
Diamond-Ruby snatcher, booby trapper. uzi clapper
Groupies in Gucci sandals yapping, keeping your shooters happy
Illmatic luxurious like silk fabric
Official pistol pageant, witches' magic, titties hanging
Listen, don't make a fucking jerk out of me
I ain't gettin' fucked like Gribbs, they murked Prodigy
They killed Biggie Smalls and Jam Master Jay
What the fuck is really going on? Somebody has to pay
What if Suge Knight and Diddy were the C.I.A.?
Killed our favorite rappers, even gave Eazy A.I.D.S
Cobra tongue, smoky lung with the smoking gun. canoli blunt
Either I'm totally batshit or holy fuck!
[Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst]
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)
