Beta Ray Bill - Godemis

I don’t even really like this

I just do it so I don’t die

I don’t ever need a sidekick

Just to tell 'em that it won’t fly

Let 'em know when I get ghost

Then I tell 'em I’ma kick rocks

I could get a motherfucker hanging

With a rope and I’ma twist knots

Not a lot of bitter aim here

But I came here with the MO

KC to the MO, through the window

When I make moves in silence

Same time as the wind blow

Lock load with the ammo

I’ma paintbrush with the Van Gogh

When I fend hoes with the blade in

Locked in and I am made in

Came through the back way in

They don’t feel it when locating

Fuck 'em all, fam, shoot the fair one

With the flare gun, I don’t care none

Rap back with the spare lung

Pray for the day they done

It already came and I maintain

With the main ten in the lap dance

Punchlines with the backhand

Two packages I crack in

My clan coming up next plus

Everybody getting wet up

Everybody getting wet up

Say I’m afraid of they skill

But every day I’m way ill

And plus the fadeaway’s feel

They ain’t nothing rated

They can’t hit a Beta Ray Bill motherfucker

Say I’m afraid of they skill

But every day I’m way ill

And plus the fadeaway’s feel

They ain’t nothing rated

They can’t hit a Beta Ray Bill mother

Father-fuckers think I love this

But I do it outta habit

Like Snow with the product

Everybody gotta have it

No ain’t nobody had it

But I’m clapping like an automatic

Ugly, good, bad shit

You ain’t nothing but a maggot

Why should I give two fucks

When I move up to prove what

You, you, you, and you suck

Push brew finna move bus

Right back to us numbnuts

What the fuck y’all been on

I been on for a long time now

And I’m back bombing on

All y’all shock and awe shit

Carcass in the closet

Y’all tossed in the garbage

Drop bombs where the mark is

Crossed off with the long list

Tied up for the bondage

I’m just being honest

Tarnished for the polish

Hammer with the sharp end

I’ma part when I feel like

Beige nights in the limelight

And if I’m sight for the four-eyes

Then the more gods gonna get murked

No love, I’m a big flirt

Shovelin' till I dig dirt

Shovelin', I’ma dig dirt

Say I’m afraid of they skill

But every day I’m way ill

And plus the fadeaway’s feel

They ain’t nothing rated

They can’t hit a Beta Ray Bill motherfucker

Say I’m afraid of they skill

But every day I’m way ill

And plus the fadeaway’s feel

They ain’t nothing rated

They can’t hit a Beta Ray Bill mother