Letra de Bill Murray

[Introduction]
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill Murray
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill

[Verse 1: Conscience]

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!


[Verse 2: Mos]

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

[Verse 3: Dusty]

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

[Verse 4: Metty]

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

[Verse 5: Marmalade]

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

[Conclusi�n]
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
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill