MILLS

Come in with the goons and I pillage Everyone leaves like it be a village Everyone is mad but I gotta pay these bills Throw the bodies in the ocean like they got gills Just make everyone happy and overdose on pills You don't need to keep making these Motherfucking mills if you do I might just go on a streak of kills Killing the puppies, what idiot does that Obviously just someone, who's an ass and fat You're just such a sick minded freak F*ck around and I'll go on a kill streak Man you're just fucking fat and weak And you know the beam will leave your head to leak Eating up food like a bird with a beak Think you're sly but you ain't even sleek And don't go hiding this ain't hide and seek And then I find your ass you try to deek But you know you're too fat for that so then you get popped like a bubble And now you know that you're in for some trouble The building collapses so I get out of the rubble And then the cops show up then it was double And your team really gullible Blackmail them straight to a tunnel Next thing they know they leak like a funnel And then there was a puddle Next it was quiet and subtle They all on the ground like they in a huddle Then I hear a copter so I had to go ahead and pop Her Along comes a heli so I dipped and got behind a Deli but it was still on me so I had to Bounce like a belly I come in with the gang and everyone like Dang the gun go off with a bang then the alarm Rang Get shot down You're such a sad clown And you have a frown I'm the mayor of this town I'm the king now hand over the crown I tell that hater See you later I'm getting paper This is my town and I'm the mayor I'm homeward bound and you're stuck in a maze I'm wide awake and you're in a daze I'm matured and you're in a phase You have no parents you were never raised Cops show up and you get tased I rap in front of you and you amazed You're crap like a Tim Hortons donut that's Chocolate glazed You can get played like a piano Your life is crap call it guano Break you up like a sand castle Calm down no need to make a hassle Call up the goons And beat you up like cartoons We riding with buggies at the dunes And your shit ancient like it was some runes Or some Microsoft zunes And we play some tunes While we put you in the sun and leave you to dry Like some prunes We got a hotel with twelve hundred rooms Your music ancient so get out some tombs Your girl on my dick like some fruit of the looms Foreigns gonna do some zooms Shotties gonna do some booms