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letra de shook ones (remix) - kill bill: the rapper

[intro]
yo, rap stuff
i am k!ll bill the rapper
you prolly don’t know me because n0body does
(is that alright? who knows man…)

[verse]
yuh
(filled to the vision(?), i hook schisms
greyscale i’m k!llin these writtens i push prisms
ima stained gl-ss window, caught up in the billfolds
remember when i only wanted gamecube nintendo
f-ck em, f-ck em, f-ck em, billy ain’t you a bimbo?
roll another blunt we can bake through crescendos
nostalgia bottom holdin’ on too
i put a beast in a box, hoe it’s pokémon blue
i’m just focused on you i lost a lotta myself
and if it wasn’t for you i guess i’d talk to myself
i take a lot more l’s, is that literal?
trippin in my bedroom, i took some bad chemicals
everything i saw inside infinity was fake
it’s funny how a promise has a tendency to break
beefs in the past, sh-t but they sendin’ me a steak
sometimes pride is the toughest kinda enemy to face
smart kid with a dumb-ss mouth
sharp-wit ar-tist livin’ dumb -ss out
foot sleep, i just wanna move my toes
yall be claimin’ visionary with ya two eyes closed
watchin’ all the f-ckin’ movements with the crew, i know
tryna duplicate like everything we do, i know, i know
but i’m the best up in this booth, i know
and i just gotta hit these youngins with the truth, i know
and so you finna get fixin’ this b-tch
ain’t really been givin’ a sh-t
more pimp for the whip fulla bricks
and pivot i live for this sh-t
mixed with a fl!ck of the bic
picture the pixel a bit
split for the split second precision and dip in the whip
pimp and get l!cked by the b-tches drippin the drip and i’m sick
you livin’ a fictional fl!ck
i’m grippin’ the spliff and split
clown like methods
i’m downright infectious
sound biters pound i break em down like tetris
the p-ssion of the christ, i’m b-tton mashin’ lookin’ nice
an nes with two blunts, it’s double dragon for the night
overstate the understated, blowin’ grape and f-ckin’ (javin?)
every rapper tryna throw some hands and get a touch of greatness
kiss my f-ckin’ -n-s, all around the hole and sh-t
b-tches be like “holy sh-t, who that who you rollin’ with?”
it’s exo with the f-ckin’ best flow, b-tch
comin for ya neck tho b-tch

- kill bill the rapper

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