[KILL]BILLY
BILLY BILLY BILLY
Cross a name of my death list
Spit acid like chemists
Eh I snap don't regret shit
Chop you up in inches
While I'm banging to Death Grips
Like what's her face eh them traces get vanished
BILLY BILLY BILLY
Cross a name of my death list
Spit acid like chemists
Eh I snap don't regret shit
Chop you up in inches
While I'm banging to Death Grips
Like what's her face eh them traces get vanished
Watch me try me I'm no cute I'm no cute
KILL BILLY schoolgirl dress is gonna kill you, kill you
I make my own rules I'm Joan of Arc
I ain't feigning, I am the dark
Squash you like Gogo Yubari
Meteor Hammer in your face ladidadi
Oh you look like
BILLY BILLY BILLY
Cross a name of my death list
Spit acid like chemists
Eh I snap don't regret shit
Chop you up in inches
While I'm banging to Death Grips
Like what's her face eh them traces get vanished
Yeow
Plant I'm sick of your dystopia skit
This right here is therapy bitch
Got no brother writing my bits
Looks like metal, sounds like shit
Transient fault dressed like you're heavy n' shit
The only soul you're sellin is your own for a hit
2000 Volt blow you up like this
You're just a glitch in the industry bitch
Cross a name of my death list
Spit acid like chemists
Eh I snap don't regret shit
Chop you up in inches
While I'm banging to Death Grips
Like what's her face eh them traces get vanished
BILLY BILLY BILLY
Cross a name of my death list
Spit acid like chemists
Eh I snap don't regret shit
Chop you up in inches
While I'm banging to Death Grips
Like what's her face eh them traces get vanished
Watch me try me I'm no cute I'm no cute
KILL BILLY schoolgirl dress is gonna kill you, kill you
I make my own rules I'm Joan of Arc
I ain't feigning, I am the dark
Squash you like Gogo Yubari
Meteor Hammer in your face ladidadi
Oh you look like
BILLY BILLY BILLY
Cross a name of my death list
Spit acid like chemists
Eh I snap don't regret shit
Chop you up in inches
While I'm banging to Death Grips
Like what's her face eh them traces get vanished
Yeow
Plant I'm sick of your dystopia skit
This right here is therapy bitch
Got no brother writing my bits
Looks like metal, sounds like shit
Transient fault dressed like you're heavy n' shit
The only soul you're sellin is your own for a hit
2000 Volt blow you up like this
You're just a glitch in the industry bitch
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Writer(s): Miriam Barg
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