[Intro: Anthony Fantano]
Damn, boy!
Damn, boy! He's thicc, boy!
That's a thicc-ass boy, damn!
Buck-bah!

[Hook: The Thought]
Rick Ross, in a snow globe
This that big floss, how the wind blows
In the chop shop, for the windows
If it pop off, wanna get gone
Take that top off, get that sin, owned
It's that cockblock for the kinfolk
Got The Thought, Stop, got the Smith tone
Got that hot, hot, 'til it gets cold
Kill Bill, Kill Bill
Come up out that coma, Hellifornia freezing over
Kill Bill, Kill Bill
You been running up a debt, now we coming to collect, ah
Kill Bill, Kill Bill
Calling for your payments from that tourist destination, uh
Kill Bill, Kill Bill
You can't see me fold, 'til Hellifornia going cold

[Verse: Smith the Poet]
Bitch, I spit prose! Yo, billy gotta go
Just flick the cig, ho, I'm already knowing
How to split your wig, bro, yo, Jimmy got the gold
Hit or missing the show, Billy gotta go!
He puking his brains out all on the floor
Been juking the jabber, a knife to the throat
We rapping cadavers, you just don't know
Been backward, are manic, and made out of mulch
Yo, yo, Billy got to go!
We yack 'til this bitch, broke-trapping woes
Tapping real low, lack passion Po'd
Just ditch the trick, dawg, fifty for four
Just rip his head off, Billy fucking blows
He fucked up the vibe, gotta siphon it slow
Sip the G6, enlighten your dome
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you like it, Moe!
[Verse: The Thought]
We don't want to loot your pockets
Spiders eating food to stop it
Why not go to sleep? You nodding
Really oughta treat your body
Room to grow, or you really don't want it
Boomers show and I really don't watch it
Watch me go, I ain't doing no popping
Godly flow, but they give me no stocking
Need them to run but they won't give me walking
Creed of the gun but they don't know to cock it
Seeds of the sun in the homes of the darkness
Deed getting done 'cause they don't got an option
Ain't getting paid but I stay with the dropping
So much to say so I ain't getting off it
Coma, awake! Got an ache from the doctor
And he won't get away from the pace of the offer
They don't wanna wait for the rate 'cause they bothered
So much for faith when they bait with the slobber
Sonar my fate with my state getting hotter
Stoge of the great, no more crates of the Lager
Sober mistakes and the lakes of the blotter
Load more in tanks than in drains if you proper
Court interstate on the tape so, Your Honor
Motion to break and inflate the stigmata
Don't wanna take you for dates, too much drama
Ain't gon' be doing the chase, so you gotta
Step on the rake like the snake bit the llama
Drinking that grape while you in your pajamas
Pressure is closer to rape than you want it
Violence is easy to make if you mindless
Mark of the truly
Great is the timeless... (breathing)
They do anything to get it
Call that sociopathetic
Vultures for the men indebted
Culture just a dead-end weapon
Thoughtstrodamus, so prophetic
Broken promises in heaven
Hope Obama don't need leverage
For the calm that we directed
Guilt from pulverizing Devin
I don't wanna eye my tethered
Know I'm too white for two-stepping
But you go right 'head and rep it
Sent the notice and you read it
So you better fucking send it
'Cause I'll still be hunting
'Til my boss is getting paid, ay!
[Hook: The Thought]
Rick Ross, in a snow globe
This that big floss, how the wind blows
In the chop shop, for the windows
If it pop off, wanna get gone
Take that top off, get that sin, owned
It's that cockblock for the kinfolk
Got The Thought? Stop, got the Smith tone
Got that hot, hot, 'til it gets cold

[Bridge]
Kill Bill, ay
Kill Bill
Come up out that coma
Hellifornia freezing over, ay
Kill Bill, ha
Gotta Kill Bill
Running up a debt
And it's thicker than your check, ha!