$liM HiLL - Animosity

Pills in my cream soda
Sick as fuck I got corona (Rona)
Choppas in Toyota
Choppa import from Angola (hold up)
Valak guised Jehovah
Bitch I gotta meet my quota (huh)
Xanax color yoda
Fuck it pop it then I throw up (bleh)

Let that thang pop it
Jay in drop box then I'm shopping
AK came equipped with optic
Pool of goons I never lock it
Trick a bitch I'm fucking toxic
Boy you think I play persona
Smoke a bitch like marijuana
FN give ya throat a stoma
FN turn you to a donut
Mystic boy I play with knives
Pussy boy show me that belly
Reaper ready time to die
See the skeletons in trees and smell the flesh and see the tides
Thought you seen a fucking ghost but it was slimmy in disguise

See the flies
Cover my body as I creep across the crypt
Take a sip
Now my body limp and I can't feel my lips
Take a dip
In the river cold as shit you glisten red
Infared
Trijicon say sir I'm locked in on his head
Trij say he about a mile
Pull the trigger his dome get styled
Big ole buzz cut
He look fucked up
No clippers fucking required
Feeling inspired
By the devil whenever you see me gut a bitch
You Get the itch to open up and let a demon change the pitch
Slimmy the serpent
Slimmy the servant satans merchant
Gods deterrent
Run the circuit
Like a circus
Kill 'em all and close the curtain
Kill 'em all and bear the burden
So many choppas scare the military
I should wear a turban
Benz and all my beats is fucking German
Tiny Tim tip toe Tim burton
can't get a word in
I call a worgen slice your guts
And then I'm serving like sermons
It's all on purpose I'm for certain
This is just slimmys version
I'm drinking bourbon mixed with Xanax
Then I bury a person
Graved filled with urine

Always questing like I'm bilbo
All you fuckers on my dick
I might start selling slimmy dildos
Sten bust bullets
Got You motherfuckers dancing like it's disco
Dipping down they playing limbo
Turn his bitch into a widow

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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