k** Bill: The Rapper - Pork lyrics

[Opening] Sea lab underneath the water Sea lab at the bottom of the sea [Verse 1: k** Bill] Chest hurting The flesh on my flesh burning I'm stressed but I don't stress it Unless it affects person I cared about the other ones Smoking with a punctured lung Walk in to the cla**room Zone until the function's done College student but my goals ain't studious Daydream at the back of the cla**, I bang gluteus Payroll on faculty staff its dang foolishness Its hard to make an A Down a Sprite and take away Party harder than Jeff Hardy I'm hardly [?] than the best bargains Breasts partin' b**hes I think I'm Moses Eyes rolling back, start to trip on second dosage Listen to the lyrics you could learn a lesson, focus Trill to the tune Fresh to d**h, d**h is bogus You will get consumed Pop pills to the moon False teeth fill the gaps with fool's gold Build my tombstone out of moonstone Its free cinema Cat guts get caressed by the horse hair My body's on Earth but my head is in Norfair I'd walk home but I'd just get ignored there (x2) [Hook] And you can ride to it, ride to it Or you could slide through it, slide through it Or we could die to it, die to it [Chorus] Yo Bust shots f** cops (x3) Still singing Bust shots f** cops (x3) Sing it with me now [Verse 2: Rav] Good morning melancholy, how you doing? Yesterday was probably ruined due to my defining hubris But I don't want to live my life calculating Calibrating with society's repetitive karate movements Yo my mouth is [?] upper body of a student Who's been [?] Study hard and don't be foolish Don't pursue a hobby for the [?] You could be a lawyer, doctor You could drive Bugatti's zooming Through the streets with the hotties Said "Bugatti why'd you do it?" Slurping on the [?] For a lady you've just met You been shot by Cupid That's what you've decided Because pride defines your movements If you've never lived a dream Game sloppy, never fluid Called their dream a nightmare Scream Illuminati while you do it But I'd much rather pursue My own path that I've alluded to Crafting all this music I'm just rapping for amusement man You can ride to it, ride to it f** your life and your guide to it I do it how I f**ing feel And that's f**ing real homie So whats the f**ing deal I just want to chill only Yup, and you can ride to it, ride to it Especially if its my music I use it never to conceal Yo I'm f**ing ill homie Can't you f**ing tell? Can't you f**s smell the OG? [Chorus: Rav] Bust shots f** cops (x3) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ugh Bust shots f** cops (x3) Yeah