$liM HiLL - Nightmare On Funkhouser

It's that boy from down below
Dump the chop until it glow
I got like 300 bitches begging me to do a show
I got choppas without numbers
Tell the cops that one's a joke
I no longer bag up dope
But sendemup still sending smoke
Fuck with suckas and they bitches cuz I think it's fucking funny
Pussy sliding up behind me
Sucka thought I was a dummy
I pop out I'm moving sluggish
Poppin pills and chugging muddy
But my blade is steady swinging
Poke him up and drain his tummy

Its slimmy the rip bitch
Slimmy da slug
Whippin the Benz all the way to pool for two styrofoam cups just to fill em with mud
Whippin the Benz to like where the fuck ever
I don't really care bitch I'm hotter than ever
I'm bagging two bitches then tie em together
Then pulling my knife out of leather with pleasure
Slimmy da ripper the bringer of terror
Disguised as alliance though brining the horde
That pussy got ARs and FNs and choppas that boom and I'm still pullin up with a sword
I might whip a Benz but I don't want it covered in blood so bitch run if I pull up in ford
Pull up and I welcome you fuckers aboard
Face covered in blood and my head full of thorns
Do not check the score
Bitch I'm on tip top
Slide with the chop chopped
No time for chit chat
Suckas get mopped pop
Bitch better get back
Hit em with the drop shot
Turn that fuckers white tee into a crop top
Sound of the Glock cock
Sound of the what now
Sound like sendemup
Bitch better shut mouth
Pop out in all black
Funk gettin shutdown
Pull out the camo
Sucka get cut down
The junky the killa collector of corpse
I'm fucking some bitch then I'm murkin get thrown in the river cuz slimmy can fuck with a whore
I'm grabbing my shovel collecting my story the cops found a bitch fucking rotten ashore
I panic I'm running around feelin manic
The funk full of stones it can't fit anymore

Y'all thought I was done bitch come suck a dick
This mag keeping 30 got 6 any sucka get clipped
Whole block get bagged up and zipped
Choppa got duct tape holding a beam
Upgrade to a trij now ain't what it seem
Pussy boy glow white bright pop on his team
Choppa pop like a night light stuck in a dream
Fuck with the team
Slimmy got flow like a murderous villain
Slimmy the freezer cuz slimmy be chillin
Slimmy the man with the gavel I'm feeding you gravel the king of the western dominion
Slimmy be rappin and trappin you think that he actin until he go bag up a million
I put a foot in yo ass
Choppa to shatter the glass
Choppa leave you in the past
That wood grain grip pop you in the lip
I'm limping with sip as I laugh
Catching a body a hobby
Slimmy come through like tsunami
Slimmy get swingin a blade turn a bitch to salami
Fold suckas up like origami
Choppin the barrel up off of the shotty
I got me a bounty
Don't wanna embody
You bitches can't keep up do not try to copy
I'm Ricky da Bobby I need a Ferrari
I dropped a few pills in my coffee I'm sluggish
But I am still calmly unloading the Tommy
I pop on the army I pop anybody
I recommend getting the fuck right behind me

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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