Lyrics Yung Tax Collector – Shotgun Bill

Shotgun Bill Lyrics – Yung Tax Collector

Singer: Yung Tax Collector
Title: Shotgun Bill

Alright! Yeah. *Cough* I’m ready. *Sniff* I’m ready for this. Hey man. Get the shotgun. *Chk chk* Yuh, you know what it’s about man. Die!
Yo call me Bill
Or buffalo whatever you will
I whale on you, I’m eatin that krill

Pull out a strap, guess I finna kill, yuh
Yo call me Bill
Or buffalo whatever you will
I whale on you, I’m eatin that krill

Pull out a strap, guess I finna kill, yuh
Pull out a strap you green like Gomorrah
You finna box, you boxin Pandora
You know what? Call me Dora

Cause I finna explora your cora with a frickin foura
Talkin boutta biscuit
Pop a round in your head with a bizkit
Pop a shell, flow like the ocean

Drinkin that chocolate milk like a potion, yuh
Body slam you joker I break out of prison
I be seein green i be needin some visine
Matrix this crap you know you be missin

Pour fours in a 20 you know it be fizzin
I light a Twizzler i finna smoke
Thought bout Sudoku because I’m a jokе
I sell pills cause I am broke

You want somе Pepsi or you want some coke?
They call me Bill
Or buffalo whatever you will
I whale on you, I’m eatin that krill

Pull out a strap, guess I finna kill
*Bang* Aauaugh!!
Shot Shotgun Bill right in the head
Blew a giant hole in the back of his head

And you know that he’s now laying on his death bed
And you know that I just jacked all on his bread
I didn’t even want his old, janky, gun
Yeah that would be no fun

Cause it’s old, and it doesn’t even work
And you know that I’m boutta make his dead body twerk
Eee, ooh, yeah I’m fresh
And you know that all my memes are the best

Wait I’m in the country yeah, I’m in the west
I’m chillin with this nice girl and her name is Tess-
A, Brooks
And you know I’m shook

I’m reading a book
His body I took
And I threw it in the dump
I humped his bump

And you know that I crumple
Under pressure
Your girl look like Vector
Best {?}

I meant to say pester yuh
Got a stutter
I’m boutta sputter
Like an engine

I’m just finessin your girl like a pensin
Yuh, yeah talkin bout her pension
Like a pencil you know that I’m writin
Oh, pen, I’m almost dead

Wait is he waking up? Oh no! *Bang*
Aauugh!
I throw your body right into a brook
You’re not smart, go read a book

Cross your name out just like Imma rook
Just one shell you know that’s all it took yuh
Just one shell, but i used a lot more
Can’t afford a car because you are so poor

Pew, pew, yikes that’s too much gore
Catching bodies, new high score
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