Bill Murray - Sweatshop Union

Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill

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Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill Murray

Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill

I keep it Bill Murray

Vision real blurry and it’s still early

Suntory in my breast pocket flask

In my left pocket, yes, got the best chronic stash that’s

Bill Murray, you’re Chevy Chasin' a dream

Makin' a scene running around wastin' your steam

No matter how hard you try you’ll never wake up and be

Half the man me and Bill is was then and still is

Hands down the Billest!

There really ain’t another one

Grand like your mother’s mum, hands off the cummerbund

Chill, you ain’t Murray, Bill, more like O’Reilly

So try me, there’s only Zuul there’s no Mos Eisley

So Pete Venkman, smoke ghost weed

Rob a bank in a clown suit without shooting, «Thank You»

Sweatshop is the damn crew, Genius, Abbot Clan Wu

Serious delirium when Bill is on his Manchu

I keep it Murray 'til I’m buried

Underground dirty even then still Murray

Steve Zisou down to the toque on

Keep crowds moving from the Yukon to Tucson

Top Billin', nicest on the mic, yes still

Even cotton mouthed you could call me Cypress Bill

Murray, feel that shit

Real class act, classic, Billmatic

Who or what really fuckin' with old wild William?

Roam with the buffalo, the ill pilgrim

Might be the good guy, likely the villan

But it’s still just civilian Bill up in the building

Skilled in the art of belittling idiots

Sippin' hot pots of coffee hittin' Rothman cigarettes

Y’all need to kill it with that scripted gimmick shit

I spit on Tenenbaums and keep it Billegitimate

Bill’s had it, bill it to the game again

Cut like a razors edge, don’t attempt to reign him in

Background lounge lamping handing out the Jameson

Murray doing that Kingpin impression for the lady friend

Eh!

Eh!

Ask em for the sake

Cheers to your health Bill, pass the futomaki

Actually, who really the realest?

Classy, gentlemen killers

Bixby, anyone feel us?

Bitch, please.

We Biller than Bill is

Who you gon'- who you gon' call?

Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill

Who you gon'- who you gon' call?

Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill Murray

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