[Spoken Maniacal laughter] HahahahaHAHAHhahahahaaaa..... [Hook] Billy the kid, born in the sticks, rip with a six, rounds in the clip, safety go click, fist on the grip, Bitch likes to kick, spits hollow tips. (Billy the kid, born in the sticks, rip with a six, rounds in the clip, safety go click, fist on the grip, Bitch likes to kick, spits hollow tips) [Verse 1] we left behind, Rapture happened before you and i, We left in the ashes of what used to shine, We fight for the scraps from when elites dine, Act like its fine, we in the streets tryin Just to get out'em while upper echelon watches the bread And circus with they bread and wine, Unlimited time to scheme and design Perfect new crimes to keep the system Alive and you and I stuck inside, the mother fucker alright. wake up call dog, They been gettin cheddar while You were sawin logs, they been gettin Set up while you were fallin off dog, they been sellin all Your stock every time they talk, To the highest bidder on the auction block dog, Message is what the message is, No apologies for the penmanship, Fuck your feelings and your laws dog, They what got us here im endin it, buck shot in the sawed off, Everyone act like they victims like thats gonna solve all they problems, woke my ass dog, time to wake the fuck up y'all. [Hook] Billy the kid, born in the sticks, rip with a six, rounds in the clip, safety go click, fist on the grip, Bitch likes to kick, spits hollow tips. (Billy the kid, born in the sticks, rip with a six, rounds in the clip, safety go click, fist on the grip, Bitch likes to kick, spits hollow tips) [verse 2] "Oh, is anger the only emotion you feel?", no i just know when its time to get real, know when its time to ask for a meal and time to play heel like when politicians tell you to heel, work till You callused to callused to feel, barely get By meal to meal workin toward an American dream like the shit was real, mirage in the vision dog y'all know the deal, pretty painted coat just to cover up the steel of the machine while they steal anything worth the steal. I passionately fashion these Paragraphs in to a melody And let'em flash out the Muzzle like a 300 black out, turn melodies to felonies, Dont get mad at me dog, Be mad at the facts now, I only write that noxious gas, Leave a muh fucker blacked out, where's that attitude at now?, only hit a dog so long before your dealin with the pack now, smoke a muh fucker pack now, you fuckin with me, we goin W-W-E muh fucker this a smackdown. Never been shy, When it comes to the grind, Its me and the creek dog, Look in my eyes, Gonna try and get out this nine to five, If it kills me or im finally paid for the time, time til the time don't go tock tick son, This a stick up, give me all yo funds Gonna let this pen go dun dadada dun Four one two boy, hit a hick up, thats where im from Ink Gonna bleed the system for its funds, Dog fuck the system. [Instrumental] [Hook] Billy the kid, born in the sticks, rip with a six, rounds in the clip, safety go click, fist on the grip, Bitch likes to kick, spits hollow tips. (Billy the kid, born in the sticks, rip with a six, rounds in the clip, safety go click, fist on the grip, Bitch likes to kick, spits hollow tips)
