Lyrics Zilla - Fronzilla

Da end to yo' killa.
Matter o' facts, some o' ya'll probably know me from ATTILA.
I'm the baddest badass, so when yo' listen to in class.
But the teacher's yellin' at you, with you yellin' right back.
(I don't give a fuck!)

Here we go, now let the flow consume you.
I'll break ya fuckin' necks, just to work at ATTILA.
I work all day, so I can make that skrilla.

Goin' out t' eat, bitch hand me the bill-a, (got it.)
You think it's a joke, but I got salmonella, (yeah.)
Made front-page news, then I worked at ATTILA.
Now grind me to the top, workin' on my first mill-a.
Stopped at Chipotle, grabbed a case o' 'tilla, (yeah.)
Then I fucked yo' bitch, like a jungle gorilla.
Got a red jacket, you can call me "Thriller."
Sit ya bitch-ass down, an' put ya head on the pilla.

Da 'illa, da 'illa, (you know it.)

I got them white bitches, but not keep fo' real-a, (jealous?)
Diamonds on 'er neck, wrists smell like vanilla, (yeah.)
Big fur coat, probably made o' chinchilla.
My boots, exotic leather, wild looks from ATTILA.
I spit hot fire, all good, no filla, (brrrr.)
I'm smashed, my haters call me "Godzilla."
Rollin' up blunts, with the big tortilla, (yeah.)
Take a deep breath, and relax my nilla.