Shawn Ashley Collins - SAC (k** Will Volume 3) lyrics

[Intro 1: William Giovanni's "The Logo (3 Count)" playing in background] "I told you to turn that f**boi sh** down, Willy! Your mom and I are trying to sleep!" [Intro 2] Yo, this is me spraypaintin' my initials on your body, [fem?] That means that SAC's on your chest How you like me now, Willy? [Verse] Look Will, you'll never body me, you don't even bother me You wouldn't draw blood if you went to school for phlebotomy And part of me wants to saw through to your arteries See your heart beat then eat it with a side of fava beans But I'm watching my carbs, and you're very sweet You're five-pound bags of gummy bears and Dairy Queen You should think about singing to other guys Your mother and I are starting to be concerned if you're in love or not Cause you wrote three sweet poems about me American Express, you can't leave home without me I'm in your head, fam, got you seein' red, man Already k**ed you but I'll still beat a dead man I'm Brock Lesnar, special attraction You're jobbed out on house shows and fed to my faction Nobody wants to join your Bullsh** Club Bunch of fake a** rappers and bullsh** thugs Shawn Collins teflon, your bullets all duds You keep getting stepped on like bullsh** d** You never sold coke. Will, you sold throat You sold yourself to celibate men who wore cloaks You went to Catholic school. Willy, am I lying? You're a nice Christian rapper, Willy, am I frying in Hell when I die? Cause I don't believe in a man in the sky And I don't believe in a man who believes he's a man in the sky You're a fan in disguise, obsessed with the Waynes You heard Birdman, put some respek on my name You're the type that Young Metro doesn't trust You talk about your guns but I bet you never bust I'll Rusev crush ya, take your chain I'm the goddamn Batman, say my name You ain't real, you ain't even from the City of Steel You're from Johnstown, now let Jesus take the wheel Let go Little Willy, it's over Little Willy A rising tide lifts all boats Little Willy I hope you feel me, I know you wanna k** me Cause you can't outsk** me, you're on a treadmill, standing still And I'm the topic of conversation Every time somebody calls you up to buy a dime, "Oh my god I hate him That kid from Gotham's so rotten that I forgot him Now listen to this double-sided album I made about him." You know the Bunheads all love me best I feel like me and Will might still have s** (why?) I made that b**h famous, god damn Last month he was nameless, he's still Sheamus though It's a shame I gotta shame this hoe His insults were ghostwritten by an 8 year old On XBox Live, now open those thighs I wanna taste that p**y and look in those eyes While I give you the attention you desire Cause every time you say my name in a rhyme, your pants are on fire Pullin' all-nighters writin' about Shawn Unrequited love got you feelin' quite strong I just bought williamgiovanni.com So... are y'all finished or y'all done? And any of your mans with plans to take a chance: You only get half a bar, f** you in advance