PQR - RIP Davey J lyrics

Verse 2 [PFoles] Lil Bill's songs are like a Camry, mine are a Range Rover I'll do to you what I did to Young Nic, make your career over I guess today isn't your lucky day, for you there's no four leaf clover My rhymes are bullets I'm a shooter pop pop I'm Kyle Korver You're trying to start a rap revolution, this is the resistance My lyrics are explosive, you best keep your distance We've earned what we have not satisfied with simply a mere existence We stuck around in the studio hitting the tracks hard persistence You don't have to go to a third world country to see suffering First world problems, another Youtube video buffering Gold chains, gold rings, gold watches, cufflinks Lil Bill can you tell me what that was which you were muttering? Something about producer problems, well you should be shutting it When you think of the people who are forced to be running it Dirt roads, old Jeeps, with their engines sputtering Lil Bill what was that that you were muttering Ravaging entire villages, all the villagers, gunning them Middle cla** citizens turn their heads away shunning them To speak of these living conditions in disbelief I'd be stststuttering But seriously what were those problems which you were muttering? While they lie on the ground still alive, gutting them While you sit in your warm home eating biscuits, bu*ter them They stand in front of makeshift shooting squads shuffling Please Lil Bill I know it must be important what you were muttering You probably don't understand half my words, give you a dictionary Using descriptive language like I'm drawing paintings in Pictionary I speak for the people, no bias, nonfiction commentary When I say PQR put your career in the rap cemetery You probably thought I was done, but I'm not finished though You could k** me, but my rhymes would last forever, eternal flow Pull up a chair, make some popcorn if you want to see a show I'm a rap bomb, I've been ticking for a while you're about to see me blow The government told me to end your career, a court order You'll be a McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King cook, short order Keep this career you'll be scrapping for every coin, a penny hoarder See you listen to this, turn stiff as d**h, rigor mortis Put this diss down as rap murder episode of law and order Thinking outside the box, extending the rap borders You're so ugly Young Nic's girl don't want you, you can't afford her I'm like Kanye and Jay Z, Yeezus and Tom Forder Spit your raps on the street begging pa**erby "Can you spare a quarter?" Lil Bill's a girl, maybe her teachers should've taught her There's no promises in life Lil Jill, nobody can a**ure her Dropping bombs on this track, get in your foxhole, another mortar 