[Verse 1: Will is Chillin']

All he ever knew was how to flow
You're a fish out of water kept it shallow for the banks, huh?
Let 'em put you in a nice square tank, huh?
Your kind is how they say vagina stinks
Oooooh! Ohhhh!
Why'd I have to go there?
The scent of booty lingers on your nose hair
I stay me, lately my plate seems empty no steak
Scenes from my biopic keep repeating
Scenes from my biopic keep repeating out of focus
With lackluster scenery
Meanmug demeanor demeaning the reason is
You probably missed the meaning of everything I'm speaking and spoken
Back to school is where you need to be
I'm a ghost in a skin suit
Ginsu wit, loud the color of the saber Mace Windu grips
So many claimed gods you'd think hip-hop was hindu
Guess that makes me Vishnu kid
Shut up and listen 'fore my little brother diss you
His style's much more aggressive I'm a man I'm peaceful
Sike, I spit like Dylon at a gas station lethal
Over your head I'm a star like Patrick and Ringo
So instead of happy I'm batshit and evil
If someone said I'm wack please ask different people
I promise I'm not
Fuck I forgot what I was bout to say
(What the fucks going on? What are you fucking talking about?)

[Chorus: Will is Chillin']

Hoes and money I got them all!
Or do I?
Need to rap, start eating, grow a belly like Buddha
Godspit true that
Hip-hop so crowded I'll moshpit through that
Start eating, grow a belly like Biggie where the muthafuckin' loot at?

[Verse 2: Acumental]

What up? What up? It's Acumental nicknamed the Acu man
Slept on, wake you up in shit-stained pajama pants
The scrabble champ holdin' the key
At home watching B-Roll of me rolling a B
I move lots of green
Bomb the scene Mujahideen style
Your team in the mausoleum now
The king like Mufasa before he got trampled
The fortified rap flow is borderline crack though
I'm sort of like Rambo, with ammo
Or Van Gogh in a lab coat with my cap low
I'm spittin' charred embers
Poppin' bottles like a bartender
Got a hot noggin and a harsh temper
Pull up with my swag on zero
Rag top beatle I'm the rap Don Cheadle
Ac drop lingo that you can't knock
Mingle in the padlock
Steelo of the crackpot ethos
Pose for the camera, snapshot repose
Tats on the titties and my Kat Von D hoes
We have keycodes stacks on primo
Feeling free like Jermaine Jack, not Tido
The adhoc black ops
Aye dios mio!
Got rhymes for the freeloading minds of the people
I tread through the tall brush
A real ball buster, y'all better make like a bread truck and haul buns
Might go out at twenty-seven being idolized
Might go out a fucking legend suicidal
Eatin' cyanide in pill
I need a ride to Cedars-Sinai
Vital signs fading but it's fine, people die in life
I'm high on life, 'bout to double the dosage
I'm hungry for destruction get your guns and your roses
We them culprits of encroachments
Been huffin' and puffn' so duck for cover bitch I'm runnin' the show, uh!

[Chorus: Will is Chillin']

Hoes and money I got them all!
Or do I? (bitch)