Pork by Kill Bill: The Rapper Lyrics
[Opening Sample: Sealab 2021 Theme Song]
Sea lab
Underneath the water
Sea lab
At the bottom of the sea
[Verse 1: Kill 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 classroom
Zone until the function's done
College student but my goals ain't studious
Daydream at the back of the class, I bang gluteus
Payroll on faculty staff its dang foolishness
Its hard to make an A
Down a Sprite and Tanqueray
Party harder than Jeff Hardy
I'm hardly martyred, invest bargains in
Breast partin'
Bitch 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 Tomb
Fresh to death, death 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, fuck cops(x3)
Still singing
Bust shots, fuck 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 calculated
Calibrated with society's repetitive karate movements
Yo, my mouth's a shotty shooting up a body of a student
Who's been taught how to be human
"Study hard, and don't be foolish
Don't pursue a hobby further than a hobby, stupid
You could be a lawyer, doctor
You could drive Bugattis zooming
Through the streets with a hottie
Sip Bacardi while you do it
Slurping on the chalice, callous
Throw your phallus in the booty of a lady you've just met
You've been shot up by a Cupid"
That's what you've decided
Because pride defines your movement
If you've never lived their dream
You ain't sloppy, never blew it
Call 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, and
You can ride to it, ride to it
Fuck your life and your guide to it
I do it how I fucking feel
And that's fucking real homie
So whats the fucking 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 fucking ill homie
Can't you fucking tell?
Can't you fucks smell the OG?
[Chorus: Rav]
Bust shots, fuck cops (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Bust shots, fuck cops (x3)
Yeah
Sea lab
Underneath the water
Sea lab
At the bottom of the sea
[Verse 1: Kill 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 classroom
Zone until the function's done
College student but my goals ain't studious
Daydream at the back of the class, I bang gluteus
Payroll on faculty staff its dang foolishness
Its hard to make an A
Down a Sprite and Tanqueray
Party harder than Jeff Hardy
I'm hardly martyred, invest bargains in
Breast partin'
Bitch 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 Tomb
Fresh to death, death 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, fuck cops(x3)
Still singing
Bust shots, fuck 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 calculated
Calibrated with society's repetitive karate movements
Yo, my mouth's a shotty shooting up a body of a student
Who's been taught how to be human
"Study hard, and don't be foolish
Don't pursue a hobby further than a hobby, stupid
You could be a lawyer, doctor
You could drive Bugattis zooming
Through the streets with a hottie
Sip Bacardi while you do it
Slurping on the chalice, callous
Throw your phallus in the booty of a lady you've just met
You've been shot up by a Cupid"
That's what you've decided
Because pride defines your movement
If you've never lived their dream
You ain't sloppy, never blew it
Call 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, and
You can ride to it, ride to it
Fuck your life and your guide to it
I do it how I fucking feel
And that's fucking real homie
So whats the fucking 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 fucking ill homie
Can't you fucking tell?
Can't you fucks smell the OG?
[Chorus: Rav]
Bust shots, fuck cops (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Bust shots, fuck cops (x3)
Yeah