Kill Bill: The Rapper
THE THRAX
(Intro: Kill Bill)
Ayo, one two, one two, baby. I ain't even tripping on the dumb shit, honestly
Ugh
(Laughs)
Yo, turn up the snare in my headphones
Like, who the fuck actually needs to say that?
(Laughs)

(Verse 1: Kill Bill)

Hoes all on my dick
Greatness all in my penmanship
And I don't want to talk shit, but shit
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 shit? 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 shit
Hat bill, no Bushwick
Got rap skill and I cook quick
That's mad real, and it looks sick. Good shit
Bitch, it's unpredictable
I'm listening to Mystikal
Medusa on the hip; bitch I'm Kratos, where's Sparawgmos?
Man that's bae
You fuck with mines? Bet I fuck 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 fucking up
Double-barrel, pucker up
No Johnny Cage, no sucker punch
Your rap team is a clusterfuck
Shout to Oscob. No rah-rah, no square shit
My team's got lots of shapes; why you biting off of Scuare's shit?
We're number one compared with every single move you make
Team AiR is my shit. Motherfuck your student rates
Who could talk or who could say? Just stay off of that dumb shit
With Rekcahdam and a bum bitch
Times two, it's a monsoon
And I'm faded! I'm fucking faded! Homie we made it!
Man it's Vegas! It's fucking 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
Bitch 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. Motherfucker blame me
Spitting all this fire on a Clammy Clams beat
Shao Kahn up in this bitch: Y'all can't Johnny Cage me
That's real shit. When Bill spits, I shut it down
That's trill shit. Don't fuck around
I sip slow and just drip flow. I dip low (Diplo) J-Jump around
I'm an underground king doing Underground King shit
I'm so high and I'm gripping on an angel's wing tips
(Outro)

(Kill 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 ass blowjob from a bum...Would you say that you got a bum ass blowjob from a bum?

(Seth Rogen voice clip)

OH NO