The Virtual Goat

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
2025 alive, solar powered nines, hard times
Sometimes I'm surprised that the world's even survived
A world of weapons
A world of deception, technological tension
I take drugs to forget, freedom of expression
I'd rather not dwell on evil intentions
I'd rather fuck a hologram
Fuck with these evil inventions
Remember when porn was one-dimensional?
Evil Angels will implant images in your brain to have sex with you
The girl of your choice, fuck an interactive menu
Pop a pill to trigger the system im-planted in you
A simple operation redefining the term go fuck yourself
In a simple conversation
I see modern religion collapse under money and machines
God is the remote control in your laptop computer screen
Computer worship
Make you lose it to shoot a person
Log in for another consumer purchase

[Verse 2: Goretex]
World downfall
Hit the town raw, enter the round door
Cold war, splatter your fitted like coleslaw
Rotten Swiss, cold mortuaries for dips
Sanitation rolling your limb with the garbage of fish
Blood, Crips and killers
Ratchets for doing the thriller
Handle my biz, but don't you dare ruin my dinner
Feminine thug, you more like a actual flamer
Pull your rug out, steal your bitch and clap at her later
Screaming "Hey, pelican," trains of coke on my cock
Where the hoes at, we rapping for them kids on lock
Hate me, cause I hate you too
We shake hands the American way
Then settle it with clips and Glocks
Tripping off kid, ey, rip your eye out, like Thom Yorke
Carry a torch for execution, style and sport
We tour drive-bys on the mongoose for poor
This ain't rhetorical, we'll body you up, prolly the next tour