Lyrics Beta Ray Bill - Godemis

Beta Ray Bill

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