Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band Just like New York City, just like Jericho Pace the halls
hurtin' You all hid yeah If you ain't hid you better holler billy goat bah Two bars of washin' powder two bars of soap Already hid you better holler billy
Grandpa, grandpa hold up the fort. Billy's got the ball on an open court, Rolling dope as a summer time sport. Hold up! I'm on the hill. If you shake
let your hair down so I can set you straight And chill, put your body on the pill Turn to channel 9 and let me watch Benny Hill No need to rush when I
night, right Pigs comin' up and shinin' the bright light Nothin' better to do, than fuck with the pride When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride Billy
it's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
& jaw swollen That's how it's goin' down You always smile when I frown 'cause you want the crown You fuckin' clown I keep it real no more beef with cypress hill
with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check
go Now, we got the Phila-Del-Phi why not top it off with an A? The Philadelphiadic rhythmatic way I'm straight from Philly Silly but rugged then a hill-billy
'm peelin' And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin' Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin' fuck My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast what One love to hill billys
grab this wang, and tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch! Parachute pants, and moon boots Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting fruit loops Fuck a hill billy
YOU CAN'T HAVE MY LOVE WITH BILLY GRAY WRITERS BILLY GRAY, CHUCK HARDING, MARTY ROBERTS, MARK THOMPSON You've got the clothes and everything to make
mighty lonesome looking down on their graves There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill But he's there with the guilty Way up on Boot Hill (Boot Hill
to a schemer Sell love to hate, the truth to lies Sell real to fake, sell shit to flies Sell gas to Texaco, insurance to Geico Tank full of petro, minutes to metro Hill billy
way Pervin' swervin' runnin' all into the curb I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way 'Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly hill Billy