| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill Murray
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
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| I keep it Bill Murray
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| Vision real blurry and it’s still early
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| Suntory in my breast pocket flask
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| In my left pocket, yes, got the best chronic stash that’s
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| Bill Murray, you’re Chevy Chasin' a dream
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| Makin' a scene running around wastin' your steam
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| No matter how hard you try you’ll never wake up and be
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| Half the man me and Bill is was then and still is
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| Hands down the Billest!
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| There really ain’t another one
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| Grand like your mother’s mum, hands off the cummerbund
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| Chill, you ain’t Murray, Bill, more like O’Reilly
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| So try me, there’s only Zuul there’s no Mos Eisley
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| So Pete Venkman, smoke ghost weed
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| Rob a bank in a clown suit without shooting, «Thank You»
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| Sweatshop is the damn crew, Genius, Abbot Clan Wu
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| Serious delirium when Bill is on his Manchu
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| I keep it Murray 'til I’m buried
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| Underground dirty even then still Murray
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| Steve Zisou down to the toque on
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| Keep crowds moving from the Yukon to Tucson
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| Top Billin', nicest on the mic, yes still
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| Even cotton mouthed you could call me Cypress Bill
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| Murray, feel that shit
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| Real class act, classic, Billmatic
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| Who or what really fuckin' with old wild William?
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| Roam with the buffalo, the ill pilgrim
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| Might be the good guy, likely the villan
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| But it’s still just civilian Bill up in the building
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| Skilled in the art of belittling idiots
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| Sippin' hot pots of coffee hittin' Rothman cigarettes
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| Y’all need to kill it with that scripted gimmick shit
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| I spit on Tenenbaums and keep it Billegitimate
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| Bill’s had it, bill it to the game again
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| Cut like a razors edge, don’t attempt to reign him in
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| Background lounge lamping handing out the Jameson
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| Murray doing that Kingpin impression for the lady friend
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| Eh! |
| Eh! |
| Ask em for the sake
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| Cheers to your health Bill, pass the futomaki
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| Actually, who really the realest? |
| Classy, gentlemen killers
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| Bixby, anyone feel us? |
| Bitch, please. |
| We Biller than Bill is
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| Who you gon'- who you gon' call?
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
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| Who you gon'- who you gon' call?
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill Murray
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| Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bill Murray , by - Sweatshop Union. Song from the album The Bill Murray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп