Billy the Kid - Sceptical

(Just think about it)
(Just think about it)

Lately I been feeling sceptical
With the coldest flow
And immense sex symbols
They be like: "who's this motherfucker talking his shit"
Bitch I'm b to the motherfucking k-i-d

I don't rap
But I still make it on the track and I'm back with a better beat
One that's not fucking whack
You be talking shit
Bitch don't make me give you a slap up the side of your head
Don't make me wish you were dead
Because dreams do come true
(Dreams really do come true)
(They do come true)

Now I don't walk round with no strap
But I'll still fuck you up if you spat
Or if you run your mouth about me
Last time I checked
You were writing songs bout how you wish you were dead

Now lets switch up the flow
Bitch I'm better on my own
Asking for my diamonds
Nah leave me alone
This shit make me wanna curb stomp a kid
And if you think that's whack well then well deal with it

I'm sorry if i scared you
That's not really what I intended to do
So I will prove that by ending the song right here
I'll end the motherfucking song right here

(That's it... it finishes here)
SIKE
I make a bitch lick Dorito dust off my dick
And when she's done I'll make her swallow all of my kids
I haven't paid my taxes in over three years
Is that wrong? I don't care cause i got a new whip

(That didn't rhyme but fuck you I'm tired)
(That's it... it finishes here)

Written by:
Billy Browne

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