Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso - Fight Bill lyrics

You hear me, you feel me
You hear me, you feel me
Niggas talkin' shit but I don't
Think that they know me

No obstacles, Nacho, I hurdle hills
I go bad on a bitch like curdled milk
Gargle pills, got the blues like Gargamel
What's going on
I'm confused like Marvin feel
When the pain stops is probably
When I start to heal
Banana clips and the chimps
Might start to peel
Had a chick on my back until I popped a wheel
I need a badass bitch so I can stomp my heel
Syrup in my Starbucks cup
I stay gettin fucked like good luck chuck
Hope you break a leg, good luck cunt!
The whole team hit, you a hockey puck
Blow off my dick take a cocky bump
We love to pop mollies and helen hunt
If drugs stunt your growth
Then I'm probably runt
Cause, I'm a real goonie like Sloth and Chunk

I'm on the flyer that's a fight bill
Cops comin' I don't care Ima fight still
Put the bitch to bed like a nyquil
I got a day grill and at
Night I wear my night grill

No games lil niggas get it poppin'
No we never stoppin I challenge the gauntlet
Spoils of war now we all spoiled rotton
Niggas trynna block them
Like Chester McGlockton
Always paper chasin' man I never stop joggin'
These niggas Wendy Williams man
They never stop talkin'
No heart on my sleeves I wear tank tops
I'm the reason that your
Favorite rappers Rain drop
My girl and her sister both
Suck the same cock lil niggas look to me for
Game Like im gamestop
I get my shit custom made let the lames shop
My city dangerous I feel like it's Bangkok
There's more to it than
Microsoft and rain drops
Woolie zombies, werewolves And slain cops
I'm a bachelor from a bastard I blame pops
I'm not a clumsy nigga but
I love to Name drop