The Beatills - Pay-Per-View lyrics

[Intro]: [Bill Wilco*k]: This is Bill Wilco*k reporting to you live from south Philadelphia, USA. Where one time titan Reef The Lost Cauze is coming out of retirement Bob what are your thought on this? [Bob]: I think the kid doesn't have a shot in hell. He's been outta the game way too long he's old. These new kids today they don't care about fundamentals, they just go for the throat [Verse One]: Yo spazz out like I smoke dust Get your soul crushed A.O.T.P. greatest group since Cold Crush f**ed up your head like bowl cuts Run up on you with cowboys and indians like a gold rush And you know what? You ain't so tough I pump iron like "Dah I'm so buff." This beats so tough I'm just k**in' it Y'all all the same but I'm just different You wanna be down you asking for a membership Late registration you download feminine With hoes I'm a gentlemen pull chairs out and all An hour later she s**in the air out my balls You on my dick like you wearing my draws If you nice DMX is scared of a dog Nerd rappers on stage making the dork face We was playing GI Joe you at the Strawberry Shortcake I smoke weed green as a port snake By noon already on my forth 8th We burn down cities and torch states On the stage with a f**in' burner in a Northface [Hook]: Tear this sh** down what I came to do Brought the banger too just to aim at you I point at your dome, amazin' view We get live like cable this is Pay-Per-View Say Attica Attica Attica Attica Fat b**hes give the best head You'll be next dead Red dot your motherf**in face like a redhead [Verse Two]: Freckle your knot, Heckler and Koch "f** you officer." Disrespecting the cops Your chest'll get popped I'm on d** mescal and pot Got love for wack n***as especially not On some white dude's sh** I'm ready to rock Here I come, ready or not, confetti your top Bang this out on every block And if they ask about the kid just tell 'em he hot And he'll f** up your props in a blink of a eye Dr. King had A Dream why you think that he died Your mans a b**h and you think that he'll ride I think he'll lie and leave your a** to fry Like chicken do I drink b**hes brew Have your dumba** asking why I'm hittin' you Proud black man But I'm a n***a too vicious too Your album couldn't f** with my interview [Hook]: Tear this sh** down what I came to do Brought the banger too just to aim at you I point at your dome, amazin' view We get live like cable this is Pay-Per-View Say Attica Attica Attica Attica Fat b**hes give the best head You'll be next dead Red dot your motherf**in face like a redhead [Outro]: [Bill Wilco*k]: Hahaha well he certainly shut you the f** up huh? [Bob]: Yeah well you know sometimes these old guys...they still got the fight in 'em. I didn;t know the kid had it in 'em, but he still got something special [Bill Wilco*k] Are you drunk? [Bob]: Yes. Yes I am