Slam
B. Killa Lyrics

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Who the fuck you talking to??

You know who it is
When i step in the room
"Badabing Badaboom"

Yo that shit was hella funny dude
You thought you could

Stop my run?
With lines like that? how cute

You can't compare
A puppy to a lion
How did you not know
You're screwed?

You ain't no heavy hitter
Remember when you tried
To back out of the beef?

Get your baby sitter

Have you always been a quitter?

Did i leave you feeling bitter
Over something that i featured on?

AND that shit is bigger?

I cannot differentiate your music

Is it old? Or is it new shit?

How have you made
ALL these songs
And STILL nobody
Knows what you spit?

Do you need a different tool kit?

Because all your made up crimes
And jail time are kinda
Sounding pretty stupid

Maybe even extra goofy
With the way you fuckin act

I'm the wannabe?
Wait a minute, you're the one
Who's smoking crack

Saying words you shouldn't say
Which one of us is really wack?

You could never be my equal
Think you should lay off the tracks

Shit i got him shaking
And i bet he's saying
"HOW CAN I KEEP UP WITH THAT?"

YOU GOTTA BE ME
JUST TO DISS ME

Even then, the shit's WEAK

Do i gotta write more
For these pip squeaks?

They've been saying everything
This kid speaks

This ain't no Call of Duty
You were never on no kill streak

You've been looking
Up to me so much
Your words are tongue and cheek

Where's your stepping stool?
You're barely reaching
To my nose peak

You wouldn't know depression
Even if you saw my soul tweak!

You're pretty humble
Even though i've only
Heard you flex

The ice that's on your wrist
And all the gas you get
From cashing checks

I wonder how i'm chasing clout
When you yourself
Had got a couple
Plays off X and sounding just like
Others so you get respect?

I don't wanna live but damnit
Boy, you're contradicting

Say you wanna make your family proud
But then you turn around
And talk some shit about them

Is there something that i'm missing?
Then you're dissing ME?
With corny lyrics?!
Yeah, there's something i ain't getting

AYO DICK HEAD!

That complimentary shit
Is what C said

I can take a hollow tip
I eat lead

It don't matter if you live your life
And only see bread

Lay on back you little bastard
Be a good boy and just play dead!

And please dear GOD
Don't sing again

You ain't no king
When i got the pen

I recommend you
Stop fronting and then

You can be the real you
And not some copy cat
That has to try and pretend

That you're some sort of gangster
When you cry to Lauren, AMEN

Maybe... I should... Rap like... You

And pause for no reason
That's what you... Like to... Do

And why are you getting salty
Over those who don't know... You?

At first you were on top
But now we're ALL sleeping on you??

What're you getting locked up for?
Were you J walking?

Was the Jane talking?

Or were you screaming "fuck the police"
While your Wench was watching?

You ain't never seen no cell
You've always done the barking
Go inside, adults are calling

What's the gang you're repping?
Cause i've never heard it before

Is it the lady trap stars?
Should i keep saying more?

How about the damn twerk squad?
You ain't ending no war!

IS IT THE
SPIT DON'T SWALLOW BITCHES?
Go remake "On The Floor"

How'd you think you could beat me?
What is in your cranium?

You're gonna need a stadium
That's filled with nukes, uranium
And miscellaneous weapons

That is full of radium bullets

All so you can scratch my skin
That is titanium!

You can switch your name up
But you'll always have the same streams

Bro, you don't got money
So we know you don't have red and green

Nor the Prada, or Versace
But you're still slaying queen

DON'T FORGET YOU'RE ONLY LIVING
ALL BECAUSE IM LETTING YOU LEAN

I'll drop this man in any song

i'm the realest, you're the fraud

You ain't hard with all your flaws

Little pussy with no claws

Come in the water, fight with jaws

Taking no breathers, fuck the pause

Now bitch, come give me my applause!

So FUCK YOU and the bullshit
That you call a career

Stick to being on the cloud
And don't you dare interfere

With the progress that i'm making
Cause i'll RUIN your year

You're the one
Who's in my headlights
Scared to move like a deer
Now listen here bro

You should know you're really fucked
Your brain is truly smaller
That it looks

I suggest you lay back in your bed

Tuck yourself in and let your uncle
Read your favorite book

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to B. Killa's song "Slam" are filled with anger and disdain towards another artist who is attempting to challenge or diss B. Killa. The song starts with B. Killa confidently asserting his presence and dismissing the other artist's attempts to stop his success. B. Killa mocks the other artist's lack of talent and compares their music to a "puppy" compared to his "lion".

B. Killa continues to belittle the other artist by questioning their credibility and calling them a quitter. He accuses them of being bitter over some collaboration they had together that gained attention. B. Killa also expresses confusion over the other artist's music, wondering if it's old or new and why nobody knows or cares about their work.

The lyrics further escalate with B. Killa's mockery, claiming that the other artist is a wannabe, accusing them of substance abuse, and challenging their skills with words and in real-life confrontations. B. Killa portrays himself as superior and asserts that the other artist could never be his equal.

B. Killa suggests that the other artist is hypocritical, claiming to want to make their family proud but then speaking negatively about them. He criticizes the other artist's corny lyrics and calls them out for trying to diss him. B. Killa asserts his dominance as a rapper and advises the other artist to stop fronting and be themselves.

The song intensifies with B. Killa's aggressive language and threats towards the other artist, telling them to back off and cease their attempts to challenge him. He mocks their lack of fame, questioning why everyone is sleeping on them now and suggesting that they are getting locked up for minor offenses. B. Killa continues to taunt by questioning the other artist's affiliations and claiming they have never heard of them before.

B. Killa's lyrics become more brutal as he insults the other artist's lack of success, wealth, and fashion. He asserts that he is the reason the other artist is even noticed and suggests that they should be grateful for not being completely ignored. B. Killa asserts his dominance once again and declares himself the realest, while calling the other artist a fraud and weakling.

The song concludes with B. Killa's final blow, encouraging the other artist to retreat and let someone else take care of them, using derogatory language to demean them further. Overall, the lyrics in "Slam" convey B. Killa's contempt and superiority towards another artist who has challenged or provoked him.

Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Brendon Gutierrez

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