E.V. Rose - Heartillery lyrics

[VERSE 1] This is heavy artillery, I'm k**ing thee Really I'm like Billy with the rhymes Clubbing and spearing players I get away without doing the time Got a milli on my mind and my mind on a milli But most of y'all fake getting cake like Vanilli Make the earth shake Chile, feel me? Can't relate? Mess around with what's at stake and wind up being dead last Philly My style's Big Willie and I ain't even been to the city Everywhere we go crowd's chanting E.V. Rose You're willy-nilly anywhere the wind blows Chicks turn to hoes swifter than T sells out her shows I'ma let you finish But Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time First Gatorade these b**hes I'ma quench your thirst But I prefer high quality H2O instead of contaminated hoes Bobby Boucher, touchee I may look like Mac but I'm wise like Lupe Fiasco It's insane rap's receding today I'm the answer at the top, Rogaine, Toupee [HOOK] X2 I shoot it straight from the heart Heartillery Aiming for they heads and they caps Capillary Painting with their blood is my art Artillery Know that you feeling me, know that you feeling me [VERSE TWO] Keep my gun co*ked and loaded for any s**a rolling with a motive Key in my automotive, nobody can flow with My sk**s like motor, your sk**s like way below it, you slow You belong on TV shows like Maury Povich While he's like “Congratulations you ain't the father” yet you still hella degenerate, irrelevant I'm getting my horses, my Portia's like Ellen DeGeneres Your friends mess with this so now you're on the fence Whether or not you should hop off or on my dick or remain pissed Oooh he got burned but I guess it's a regular occurrence for a rapper that's got no flow Yet pa**es through current, short circuit Frayed nerves, cause your fable's turned into your worst nightmares You scared? I'm like bloody Mary conjured I look in the mirror and see an urban legend Cause my sk**s king and yours are peasant My tables turned, I chop and dice these beats like an iron chef Braising the beef, saving the grease, salt and bay leaves My stock simmering over the top, can't lower the heat