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will is chillin' - 2cents lyrics

(will crying about how n0body loves him. he ain’t eatin’)

verse 1
hey will i heard you rap?
naw b-tch i make music
kung fu confucius confused get contusions
sun tzu the art of war thats audible a pot of gold
you’re broke so save your 2 cents
delusions of grandeur d-mn you’re so uptight see how loose my crew gets
pause… leave a nuisance in a noose quick
you stupid?
have your rap career extint like caucasian mooses, look it up
new dr. seuss get ruthless on boom bip
loose when i shoot l!ck her verse thats you kid
get it? … that means you’re p-ssy
couldn’t see me eye to eye but your birdie seems to look me
up and down sookie sookie love the sound yeah you should be-
ware i drown in my music from the ground keep it moving
dumb it down doopty doopty doopty doopty doopty do i do look stupid
woo the lovelies with the intellect of cupid
rhetoric rendered rub-ix unscrabble metaphors so loosely
tied together in this lucid looseleaf
never sqaure never loose cig loosie
i dont care who’s sick who’s he who’s the greatest who’s the next up
i spit the illest flem and let the whole world catch up
who’s he who’s the greatest who’s the next up
i spit the illest flem and let the whole world catch up
who’s he who’s the greatest who’s the next up
i spit the illest flem.. chillin’

chorus
tell them get their hands up
get your motherf-ckin’ hands up
middle fingers high to the people who can’t stand us
ugly world owe they hate me cause im handsome
hands down i spit the king’s ransom (2x)

verse 2
hey will how’s it hanging?
to the right like a republican
these ladies on the cheney beat their georges into submission
come again? fox news won’t kerry this gore-geous
obama-nation hailing from chicago thats the motherland
young son of sam shine on instruments i lunge at them
learned the fundaments f-ck your label and your publishin’
needed me to hear his 2 cents i let him come and spend
battled vet collect called his mother said i sonnin’ him
chillin’ and bazooka come together like the wonder twins
tommy guns the snare so opposition hit the running man
all that chillin’ ever do is hit the booth and clutch a pen
and paper, larry’s can catch the vapors, savor this heavy flavor
raged laced with grace based behavior on on my influence
ruined binge brewin’ sins grew and this student been truent
time in rhymin’ rivals razors, so raise up your fake front gets tapered
check it hardly barbershop quartet, apocalyptic horseman
off my hiatus hi haters f-ck your blog endors-m-nts
my vocals choke hold your girls endorphins
she forced it but leave at the doorstep of my fortress
this solitude is logical the f-ckin’ god of rappin’
oh i forgot i’m rappin’.. but still you’re not attractive
no toad prince so leap frog you’re good at dodging traffic
i’m serious the views on woman’s scorn is from experience.. chillin’

will ends up surrounded in wavves as usual

- will is chillin lyrics

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