k** Bill: The Rapper - THE THRAX lyrics

(Intro: k** Bill) Ayo, one two, one two, baby. I ain't even tripping on the dumb sh**, honestly Ugh (Laughs) Yo, turn up the snare in my headphones Like, who the f** actually needs to say that? (Laughs) (Verse 1: k** Bill) Hoes all on my dick Greatness all in my penmanship And I don't want to talk sh**, but sh** This paper's all that I friggin' get I'm way better than A$AP Put a .45 where your face at I'm gone off of them haystacks Knew Tom Bombadil way back So raw, naw, where the base at? Like haw-haw until a face crack I'm leaning off of them jack shots Hit jackpot until I make back Slowed down, but I'll never stop I won't smoke her out, but I'll let her watch Talking sh**? Better box I got game cubed like it's medabots, yo Shout out to Possiblegod Man I'm impossible Sliding in the Jeep; I smell like probable cause I'm off that good sh** Hat bill, no Bushwick Got rap sk** and I cook quick That's mad real, and it looks sick. Good sh** b**h, it's unpredictable I'm listening to Mystikal Medusa on the hip; b**h I'm Kratos, where's Sparawgmos? Man that's bae You f** with mines? Bet I f** with yours This industry is locked, but watch me slide through double doors Blood, sweat and tears: that's a lot of puddled pores EXO Demons, lock your doors. We ain't knocking, that's for sure They tell me I'm on fire, it's more probable I'm bored How you like them damn apples when they're rotten to the core? You f**ing up Double-barrel, pucker up No Johnny Cage, no s**er punch Your rap team is a clusterf** Shout to Oscob. No rah-rah, no square sh** My team's got lots of shapes; why you biting off of Scuare's sh**? We're number one compared with every single move you make Team AiR is my sh**. Motherf** your student rates Who could talk or who could say? Just stay off of that dumb sh** With Rekcahdam and a bum b**h Times two, it's a monsoon And I'm faded! I'm f**ing faded! Homie we made it! Man it's Vegas! It's f**ing Vegas! I take it in stages Where the final boss at? Put him on vinyl, gloss that Homie you dying, it's my design and I'm finally on that b**h I'm about it. ASAD, I'm smoking like the Rockies do Shout to DJ EL-G. Pour it up then chop and screw '64 Impalas, talking bout sixty-four impalas Twenty-five lighters up on my dresser, yessir Slice it up or ride stretcher Get the picture, bro. I got sicker flow I mix pink and green: I call it Piccolo I'll strip her slow Sipping that liquor. Indifferent: I rip it when spitting flows I roll. Two G's in my white owls All my weed is quite loud Shawty gonna hear it, say "Pipe down" and get piped down Like wow. It's that youngin KB Shut the whole club down. Motherf**er blame me Spitting all this fire on a Clammy Clams beat Shao Kahn up in this b**h: Y'all can't Johnny Cage me That's real sh**. When Bill spits, I shut it down That's trill sh**. Don't f** around I sip slow and just drip flow. I dip low (Diplo) J-Jump around I'm an underground king doing Underground King sh** I'm so high and I'm gripping on an angel's wing tips (Outro) (k** Bill talking) Yo, Rekcahdam, why don't you kick some knowledge about what this word means? (Rekcahdam talking) Yo, so...what people don't know is...in the VA area...we use "bum." We don't use "hot" no more. That's...that's extra white over here. So if you see a girl that's looking real nice you'd be like "Yo, she's madd bum". That's my hood's definition of "bum." (Rav talking) Yo I have a question, I have a question. If you get a dope a** bl**job from a bum...Would you say that you got a bum a** bl**job from a bum? (Seth Rogen voice clip) OH NO