THRILLER!

Like, bitch I said beat it!
No thriller! (No thriller)
I'm a south ILL jit, real killer
I might fuck it up!
Double dose, not one pill-a!
Like, I've been icing up
All the homies said I can't be chiller!
Like, bitch I said beat it!
No thriller! (No thriller)
I'm a south ILL jit, real killer
I might fuck it up!
Double dose, not one pill-a!
Like, I've been icing up
All the homies said I can't be chiller!

I might steal your bitch
And your bitches, bitch
And you're a side bitch, who was lying to your other bitch
And that's a lot of fighting
Over who is his
And who is mine and who is you to say who isn't is
No but really though, don't let it get the most
Or you can tell him all about it, when you leave a note
Like I was playing bro
Now It's, "where'd he go?"
And they won't find out till they reach the next episode!
I need a car with no ceiling
So I don't feel shit by the time that I hit it, like
She was trying to play driftin' and she ain't keeping shit by the time I start

Not one pill-a just two!

Like, bitch I said beat it!
No thriller! (No thriller)
I'm a south ILL jit, real killer
I might fuck it up!
Double dose, not one pill-a!
Like, I've been icing up
All the homies said I can't be chiller!
Like, bitch I said beat it!
No thriller! (No thriller)
I'm a south ILL jit, real killer
I might fuck it up!
Double dose, not one pill-a!
Like, I've been icing up
All the homies said I can't be chiller!

Tell 'em measure up, had to go and get the cup (Yup)
I be dripping like a pussy, I be saucing too much (Water!)
I don't give a damn, talkin' shit, get bucked up (Huh?)
You keep running that mouth, gonna get you fucked up (Yeah!)

Like, bitch I said beat it!
No thriller! (No thriller)
I'm a south ILL jit, real killer
I might fuck it up!
Double dose, not one pill-a!
Like, I've been icing up
All the homies said I can't be chiller!



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Writer(s): Eric Stowe
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