Dem Billz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Evil Eddie] I got a call from the tax office the other day I answered, and then they said that they fucked up They missed a pay day from my heyday Came back from vacay with a sandy vajayjay Spin around, I'm like "fuck that" I'm dealing with enough crap trying to raise two rugrats Let alone pay a tax debt from way back when I had some cash, cause now that's spent But you can never get blood from a stone Check out my furnace [?] and get the fuck out of my home Lookin' fed up, you crooks never let up You wanna know what I owe? So go do your books better [?] I'm already selling organs to kidney theives Just to bring in cheese for the kids we feed (?) So I'm never gonna meet you half way Hell of a day, it's the only way I'm gonna pay Dem Billz Dem Billz [Verse 2 Evil Eddie and Fresh Violet] So i said I'm gonna pay it, but I'll pay it slowly They said You'll be dead before you pay what you owe me Rock stars are all about weed and bitches So they all died young What about Keith Richards? You ain't Keith and Butterfingers aren't the Rolling Stones I ain't Cheech but i can hold my cones Well, you're 30 grand deep, but I'll throw you a bone Gonna give you two weeks Well, hold the phone How am i gonna pay in two weeks, man? Fuck you! Pay in two weeks or we'll have to bankrupt you Haven't paid the gas yet, let alone the back rent Haven't got a job, just a handful of assets We'll be taking those as part of your payment If you can't pay the rest, then wait for your arraignment What, you're gonna send me to jail, for real? One way or another, you dumb motherfuckers Gonna come to the money, everybody gotta pay Dem Bills Dem Billz [Bridge: Evil Eddie] (Dem Billz) keep piling up (Dem Billz) gotta pay em or my life is fucked (Dem Billz) taught me, i should never say never (Dem Billz) force me to put the band back together like No No! No!! Got no skills, no trade, no super [?] Gonna go to jail if i can't raise this loot-uh Gotta get the band back together via new stuff New? Fuck, gotta light a fire in the booth to Show these young cats I ain't slippin' Got my own style, don't care where I fit in Burn cunts with my free styles that I've written Til i make that name into a household thing again [Verse 3: Evil Eddie] So every dollar I make is in another man's hands [?] And taking a piss, I drop mollies in the chance [?] At the end of the day, I'm all about That scrip, paper towel, or whatever I'm all about dem billz All about dem billz All about dem billz All about dem billz All about dem billz All about dem billz All about dem billz