| Bill Yen, I’m still ill, friend |
| Stick a dildo in your girl pussy until when? |
| Until she starts cummin', she was hummin' |
| Or at least until the funky drummer starts drummin' |
| Wack rappers, there’s nowhere for you to hide |
| Soon as you touch the mic, commit suicide |
| No okie dokie, though, from here to Tokyo |
| My dick grows like the nose on Pinocchio |
| Fuck cops tryin' to put you in a choke hold |
| Or being the last nigga standing on a totem pole |
| Kim Jong, fuck North Korea |
| I bet I’ll slap the shit out your ass if I see ya |
| Bill Yen, B-B-Bill Yen |
| B-b-b-b-big bad Bill Yen |
| Kill them, k-k-kill them |
| Dead body stashed in the back of buildings |
| Number one hitman, hired assassin |
| Chop your body up and put your ass in a trash can |
| B-B-B-Bill, why you talkin' like that? |
| Knot in my pocket why I’m walkin' like that, I’m ill |