"Summer Wars" lyrics
Kill Bill: The Rapper, Rav & Scuare Lyrics
[Kill Bill:]
I let my CRT flicker, sip liquor and smoke
I wrang out my self-doubt and let it drip from my quotes
You live and you croak, you laughin' but it isn't a joke
You fuckers really ask for it, when you get it you choke
I'm posted up inside my living room, hop in my party
Sunny D inside the fridge, watching iCarly
Getting gnarly from the back of the bus, hoe, my movements too clean so don't be dapping me up
Hoe, I don't know nobody, dirtier than hobo bodies, fuck with me
I don't like you rapping cats who want it fast and want it free
You want it bitch, you come to me, tightroping chasm drops
You never seen an earthquake but you might quote it's aftershocks
Tell me why I'm spazzing, block my twitter for the culture
Have me on your podcast to interview a vulture
Let these lames smoulder, hard headed, brain boulder
I don't like your lame quotas, suck my dick from the back, you bitch
[Scuare:]
You making all these games come alive for me
They never break it down the same, I leave the skies empty
I set the pace, I set the roles, I set they minds at ease
The shit I make, it's better than gold, y'all can confide in me
For how long?
[Rav:]
It's that liquid hentai
Eccentric and fly
Bitch, I'm your senpai
The fence high, but it's better to climb
I don't lament times
I bend rhymes with exceptional might
Despite my dead eyes, I spend time with intention to fight
I got that low for the low
Keep you high for the night
Keep your toes off the floor
Keep your eyes off the time
Like, we could be doing anything else in the world, we could do it
Anything but this, but that would be stupid
My energy cards plenty, my memory card broken
Chest was once emptied, I'll never be heartbroken
Goals fade into blurs out of a sharp focus
Gold plated herbs: part magic and part doja, that do excel
This city's got a putrid smell
A ghoulish hell suited well for its elusive shell
Straight outta Loserville with an excuse to lose myself
Maneuver well, disillusioned by my bluest smiles
[Scuare:]
You making all these games come alive for me
They never break it down the same, I leave the skies empty
I set the pace, I set the roles, I set they minds at ease
The shit I make, it's better than gold, y'all can confide in me
For how long?
I let my CRT flicker, sip liquor and smoke
I wrang out my self-doubt and let it drip from my quotes
You live and you croak, you laughin' but it isn't a joke
You fuckers really ask for it, when you get it you choke
I'm posted up inside my living room, hop in my party
Sunny D inside the fridge, watching iCarly
Getting gnarly from the back of the bus, hoe, my movements too clean so don't be dapping me up
Hoe, I don't know nobody, dirtier than hobo bodies, fuck with me
I don't like you rapping cats who want it fast and want it free
You want it bitch, you come to me, tightroping chasm drops
You never seen an earthquake but you might quote it's aftershocks
Tell me why I'm spazzing, block my twitter for the culture
Have me on your podcast to interview a vulture
Let these lames smoulder, hard headed, brain boulder
I don't like your lame quotas, suck my dick from the back, you bitch
[Scuare:]
You making all these games come alive for me
They never break it down the same, I leave the skies empty
I set the pace, I set the roles, I set they minds at ease
The shit I make, it's better than gold, y'all can confide in me
For how long?
[Rav:]
It's that liquid hentai
Eccentric and fly
Bitch, I'm your senpai
The fence high, but it's better to climb
I don't lament times
I bend rhymes with exceptional might
Despite my dead eyes, I spend time with intention to fight
I got that low for the low
Keep you high for the night
Keep your toes off the floor
Keep your eyes off the time
Like, we could be doing anything else in the world, we could do it
Anything but this, but that would be stupid
My energy cards plenty, my memory card broken
Chest was once emptied, I'll never be heartbroken
Goals fade into blurs out of a sharp focus
Gold plated herbs: part magic and part doja, that do excel
This city's got a putrid smell
A ghoulish hell suited well for its elusive shell
Straight outta Loserville with an excuse to lose myself
Maneuver well, disillusioned by my bluest smiles
[Scuare:]
You making all these games come alive for me
They never break it down the same, I leave the skies empty
I set the pace, I set the roles, I set they minds at ease
The shit I make, it's better than gold, y'all can confide in me
For how long?
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles, Ravil Melling
