[Verse 1: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
(Vocal exercises, isometric exercise)
It's Kaiju Billy in the motherfucking house
Ashing Backwoods on your motherfucking couch
I love it out west, but I'm coming from the south
And, boy, I got gold in my mouth (No doubt)
See, I'm a player with this shit, I got no time for politicking
Hating on Billy, but their boys prolly tripping
I'm sipping, bumping Mike Jones, Still Tippin'
Hand around the wood wheel, gripping, it's pimping
Baby, impossibly, I'm built different, maybe
I pop one, pop two, y'all need to get to safety
Yuh, yuh, the drip is crazy
All I been through, you think a diss would phase me?
Nah, I see sorrow with your finance, bruh, bruh
I be in the stu' off a Vyvanse, fucked up

[Verse 2: Scuare]
Tryna leave the messy shit out
Run all those doubts from my mind
So just let me get down onе time
Been drowning in the river so long I lеarned to swim
I could float down a current within
We know the end
So watch me drift on my odyssey switch
I'm never calling it quits, I'm calling off this shit
I'm a crip
And I don't wait till you see me
And I don't like the way that you treat me
Found my head light and I'm beaming
Got a feeling
I never wanna be trapped
Never one to unpack
I drive west with the sun on my back; it's like that
Feeling pretty simple with the windows down
Thoughts creeping up; gotta end those now
I just wanna know why there's still no sound
I just wanna know why
You gotta be so proud
Words you don't speak so loud
When you talk it's all soup to me, so peace those out
Pretty please
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