Kill Bill (Grim Freestyle #3)

I'm the one you pledge to You don't impress me, your meds do You seem mislead, think less And get the f*ck back or check the specs - means yes, you I flex with my Semtex, I bank checks, I'm revenue I tape sex, I make sense, but get vexed I'll never do Beat reapers - killin' the beat to bring meat to the vegans Need no reasons - I got the ill skills Give you the chills even in hot seasons We demons boy - don't pray, take it like Jesus, boy We be legion so join the void, bring A blade and a joint - we royal boy Flame crown, skull rings, grims in town Get yo Soundcloud outta my face I got them beats that make your bitch go down That's apeshit! No counterfeit, know it No bone to pick too big, so i grow it No ball to kick, so greet me don't blow it Hobo, you can also meet God if you want it No chorus - I got these top of the line bars - f*ck your flows High as a kite and my weed still grows Lower the tone or get a broken nose Bounce your ass and get Grim It's about time for getting back in Been a long time so hit me all in I'ma slice you up like I killed Bill