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Originally Posted by ill bill
here comes ill--bill, comin in for the quick-kill,
now watched this fucked-bitch-nit-wit get his shit-spilled
my shits-real, they aint no doubt about it,
my minds heavily-clouded, my lines heavily powdered,
packing the powerful caliber,
my bullets will shower-ya ,my flow will devour ya,
yeah my-styles a-mirage, you try to hit-i-dodge,
you a customa ima hustla flipping bricks-like-pogs,
now watch me flip-the-script, make-a-flick, with-ya-chick
leave a drip on-her-lips, plus yours moms-and-sis,
then let your girl come home and give you a kiss
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you ain't ill bill
i'm ice cube i kill at will
you know the drill
every pill and every bill
you hand it over
cus i caught ya sober
and i'm in a daze
tokin haze
smokin potent j's
you must be amazed
stay tellin stories
bout a life of glory
that you never led
you really slangin white
and bangin white
mackin hoes
and stackin bread?
if that's true
then i guess i'ma have to back off dude
but we're on grasscity
so i already know what to do
roll up another philly
this time it's grape
i enjoyed battlin you ill bill
it really was great
