KiLL BiLL (Gesaffelstein Remix)

[Intro: Anthony Fantano] Damn, boy! Damn, boy! He's thicc, boy! That's a thicc-ass boy, damn! Buck-bah! [Hook: The Thought] Rick Ross, in a snow globe This that big floss, how the wind blows In the chop shop, for the windows If it pop off, wanna get gone Take that top off, get that sin, owned It's that cockblock for the kinfolk Got The Thought, Stop, got the Smith tone Got that hot, hot, 'til it gets cold Kill Bill, Kill Bill Come up out that coma, Hellifornia freezing over Kill Bill, Kill Bill You been running up a debt, now we coming to collect, ah Kill Bill, Kill Bill Calling for your payments from that tourist destination, uh Kill Bill, Kill Bill You can't see me fold, 'til Hellifornia going cold [Verse: Smith the Poet] Bitch, I spit prose! Yo, billy gotta go Just flick the cig, ho, I'm already knowing How to split your wig, bro, yo, Jimmy got the gold Hit or missing the show, Billy gotta go! He puking his brains out all on the floor Been juking the jabber, a knife to the throat We rapping cadavers, you just don't know Been backward, are manic, and made out of mulch Yo, yo, Billy got to go! We yack 'til this bitch, broke-trapping woes Tapping real low, lack passion Po'd Just ditch the trick, dawg, fifty for four Just rip his head off, Billy fucking blows He fucked up the vibe, gotta siphon it slow Sip the G6, enlighten your dome 'Cause I don't give a fuck if you like it, Moe! [Verse: The Thought] We don't want to loot your pockets Spiders eating food to stop it Why not go to sleep? You nodding Really oughta treat your body Room to grow, or you really don't want it Boomers show and I really don't watch it Watch me go, I ain't doing no popping Godly flow, but they give me no stocking Need them to run but they won't give me walking Creed of the gun but they don't know to cock it Seeds of the sun in the homes of the darkness Deed getting done 'cause they don't got an option Ain't getting paid but I stay with the dropping So much to say so I ain't getting off it Coma, awake! Got an ache from the doctor And he won't get away from the pace of the offer They don't wanna wait for the rate 'cause they bothered So much for faith when they bait with the slobber Sonar my fate with my state getting hotter Stoge of the great, no more crates of the Lager Sober mistakes and the lakes of the blotter Load more in tanks than in drains if you proper Court interstate on the tape so, Your Honor Motion to break and inflate the stigmata Don't wanna take you for dates, too much drama Ain't gon' be doing the chase, so you gotta Step on the rake like the snake bit the llama Drinking that grape while you in your pajamas Pressure is closer to rape than you want it Violence is easy to make if you mindless Mark of the truly Great is the timeless... (breathing) They do anything to get it Call that sociopathetic Vultures for the men indebted Culture just a dead-end weapon Thoughtstrodamus, so prophetic Broken promises in heaven Hope Obama don't need leverage For the calm that we directed Guilt from pulverizing Devin I don't wanna eye my tethered Know I'm too white for two-stepping But you go right 'head and rep it Sent the notice and you read it So you better fucking send it 'Cause I'll still be hunting 'Til my boss is getting paid, ay! [Hook: The Thought] Rick Ross, in a snow globe This that big floss, how the wind blows In the chop shop, for the windows If it pop off, wanna get gone Take that top off, get that sin, owned It's that cockblock for the kinfolk Got The Thought? Stop, got the Smith tone Got that hot, hot, 'til it gets cold [Bridge] Kill Bill, ay Kill Bill Come up out that coma Hellifornia freezing over, ay Kill Bill, ha Gotta Kill Bill Running up a debt And it's thicker than your check, ha!