bob vila

LYRICS My name is Bob Vila I’m a stone-cold killa Slayin’ these hoes like whoa Oh, here we go Early in the mornin’ on my grind in the street More sleep in your eye than I get in a week I eat popsicles for breakfast ’cause I don’t give a fuck I’m off the chain Every time I hang a frame it’s dead nuts I rock blue socks with black shoes Do laps in bat poop Free basin’ raccoons in super-sized c