Lyrics:
you a nigga like Six foot three
You make it hard then blame it on me
Wonderful smile
Beautiful teeth
But you are killing me
Killing me
I run for you
I
ha ha ha-ha-ha, fuck you.
Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the cobras, x-men, and
Counts,
And everybody with clown love, even sucks I
you're 5 foot 2
Okay, 5 one and a half
And everybody else in the whole gym class
If 5 foot 3 and even taller, it hurts
Truth is I hadn't thought about
Passed down to me by the legends before
One, two, three, four, nah fuck a mic check
I don't need a mic to dish rhymes like a Pyrex
I might change my name,
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
I've been running on E
And i'm a keep running
I've been killing each track
For the past 3 summers
Leave the stats for the league
I don't care about
I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain't going back
Killing these niggas in all black
a widow
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar
Hip-hop scholar since being knee-high
the one who wants me to be an idiot
kill everything with Cililish '
anyday (anyday) × 3
by the way nikka please
everyone has enemies
(VERSE 2: TEEDO FRESH
the heart to waste
Making me achey breaky
Had love but I was mistaking
No I don't want the heartache, it's
Killing me, it's too late and
I don't even wanna
weed
No limousine I got love for the team
Lyrics shoot like I'm Kobe from three
Life has been crazy no lyric fugazi
Been making a list of my wants and my
lust with you
You like the Ninja Turtle's too?
Come get the Secret of the Ooze
Love the way your body moves
And how you throwing on the grooves
Girl
Three Stacks told em
"Turn me up, don't turn me down"
Look, turn me up
Please don't turn me down cause
Dis Dat Phat Mack
Just checked my bank account
a line you up
Ain't talking a taper
When I start cutting you
Please do not scream you'd be doing a favor
Eating these rappers bout three times a day
I do
and wrong
Put your best shoes
Stepping out with your best foot forward
Usually on your left
When on your right by doing right
Know you're right
Sure you're
But enough flashback of this dope ass rap
Right now my foot is on these little niggas backs
I click clack the iron, (yeah) whoever out there dying (uh
taken by a waitress who was pouring it on
I was weak in the knees
Just I wasn't that strong enough to see
That the flower was killing me
I got
fist up to the sky
I dont get it why ba re wrong ke right
1+1 ke 3 le di touchline
Dont be fooled by this instagram life
Ba tlao rekisetsa maka wa skima
to say this fear of drowning
Fear no death by water
Father walks in at the foot of the bed
Six of you want to see you safe
Just one time you'll meet
my son
Thinking about red rum
Fell in love with a gun
I finger fuck til she come
I be moving discreet
Like a fucking ninja
You talk about the streets
One, two, three, let's go!
Catch me in traffic my foot on the pedal
The time bomb is ticking, they thinking I'm Rambo
Got big ass machetes, I'm
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
hungry rabid and sick
No turning back when ya rap is wack and half you rappers is it
They want to be killing me off they thinking part of me soft
Better
better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch
I'm killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja
My shit is gripping when I run it
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