Lyrics:
of all the shit that I wanna kill
I put the game first and if it didn't work
Then by now I'd be bang on the drill (brrt)
I can make a mill', I get a mop
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be
the fed your act, god damn
Can't even decide "who the fuck I am!"
Wrapped around the fingers of mans
Who'd slap you down cos you thieve their talent
My
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
baste in it
And the crowd going manic
Get to their heads with techniques
They don't understand it
Things that you'd learn if you were a bandit
I'm another
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
didn't think that I'd be this savage
You didn't think that I'd see this happen
You didn't think that I'd even mattered
The first track in on my CD
whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases
Hardest in the world
(Ghost)
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
didn't notice
Shout-out Lil Mosey
Eminem my best friend and he
Doesn't even know me
I fuck with NF, we'd probably be homies
Don't sneeze my blessings
the 605
Honey please be at home for dinner by nine
I made your favorite soup with fried rice ain’t that nice
I even made you some steak better than Angie’s
mingle
Mickey D's over Spytty smoking weed down the Dingle
I'm Mike Balls this is a song about Newport
Oh mate have you done a rap album I have
Im Mikey
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
trying my best to try and keep up
Do you even have an album though?
Are you only gonna rap about them hoes?
No bro, I’m popping in my city
Well if your
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Jumping on the stage, just performing a song
Never thought I’d see the day they all sing along
Bringing back life to the game
Seems like I can’t go
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