[Intro: Announcer, Nick BO]

Billy Smith got me on the track

I don't know what's going on here

Bo Nickals trying something crazy!

(Verse 1: Nick BO)

Smokin' through an apple core, in Baltimore

You pray for rhymes but you need to hit the alter more

It's not my fault your whore

Has got her legs spread wide

I've been eating good you niggas chewing tide pods

Morning wood getting bent like high tide rods

Backwoods pearled up hitting like some Juul pods

Hundred dollars got spent on some fresh cool mint

Riding round got the back windows tint

But still, the glint make your fucking eyes squint

Bongs and brews, I'm just mobbing with my crew

Getting Rocky Mountain high living life like Mountain Dew

Smoke another blunt or two, and get laid back

Squad deep rolling to pick up another sack

An alpha male with my dogs and we a fuckin' wolf pack

Nine in the closet don't make me go click clack

Barrels sawed off the shotgun

Grab two beers and we're gonna shotgun

I'm a dope rapper and you other fools are not one

Talk shit and you'll get hit with a fucking hot one

Bitches get stitches, always need to scratch when my trigger finger itches

This ain't no game and there ain't no fucking glitches

One shot you got got I'm too hot you're not

Need a fuckin' noose or a slipknot

(Verse 2: Billy $mith)

And your father smelt of elderberries

Estuaries full of blood to donate to my adversaries

Mad stab jabs thrown puncture through your capillaries

Infirmaries full, no surgery, sorry

I pickpocket your lighter

Collection stacked fatter than the afterschool cipher

Outsiders get snipered

Optimistic snake charmers get vipered

Fangs full of venom

Unhinge my jaw and swallow both of ya henchmen

The veteran knows better than the novice who test them

12 brews deep spitting incomprehension

But I digress

The more you know, the more you know you know less

Or better yet if you know less you stay content

Frequent malcontent creates chaos on the segment

Ensure schemes to prevent assassination of president

We get bent pay no rent pass out in the grav tent

Only adlib quick vents no ragrets Scotty P

Two birds one stone but that still makes three

Said I need weed he say Q or QP G?

Murder in the first degree a drop three DeMarini

Barren pine trees breed greed

Mob deeds buried deep beneath my feet

Shotgun seat but I'll dip if I see the police

Dodging tree limbs one practically fucking shived me

Free 'Free Billy' tees for if these cops ever catch me

But we'll see

Daydream about weed because I smoke in my sleep

Under the sea 20,000 leagues drownin' emcees

With a trident Posedents fighting leviathans

Leaves then sucks up muk from a BP oil spill clean then

Antihistamine sneeze drips green achoo

Nigga says thanks I say I never said bless you

Hold up split blunts for Games I'm in no mood

Bust out the White Owls Swishers and Backwoods

When ya dead I'll inscribe ya name on ya tomb

I sold a gram to the doctor when I came out the womb

Swing first, cause if I do I'll leave a crater

If you ain't got nug, man I'll see you later

Got a goofy smirk Doffenshmirtz do your worst doom for sure

Evil lurks dude gets merked the mics a shotgun Cobain Kurt

Mad city Van rep mischievous antics

Pop the trunks whos there, barrels of Xanex

Uppercut moves quick strikes like slam bitch

Deep fried Colonel Sanders spicy knuckle sandwich

[Outro: Announcer]

Easy takedown for Billy Smith