The Ballad of Little Billy
• Written by RTMeredith
RTMeredith's Notes
Rap starts at 0:15, rapped at a pace that finishes on 2:55, quite challenging fast tempo
Now little Billy didn't have his head screwed on too clearly,
Rumoured to be bedding nude women up to four nights weekly,
Insecure, not immature, how much more he could endure?
Billy felt incomplete so he stayed up late so he didn't have to sleep,
He'd give anything not to be left on his own trying to count the sheep,
Truth is little Billy got his heart broke and his coping strategy...Well...
It was fucking bitches relentlessly with a nose full of nasty coke,
Please take note, this isn't something I would recommend,
But Billy was lonely and didn't have any friends,
Desperate for a bit of emotional compassion,
He started hopping beds like it was going out of fashion,
Sexual action is mutually exclusive to passion,
But he saw the attraction and satisfaction of not waking up alone...
So he kept on fucking those bitches until the cows came home,
Moans and groans reverberated in his head like ringtones.
Billy fully realised that boning was over rated,
Opened his vault, thought back to the girl he last dated,
Back to a time where his negative thoughts were sedated,
Back to a time when there was no one that he hated,
There was no one he berated, just Billy and his girl getting creative,
There was no one in the world that he would rather be mates with,
No else mattered, so Billy gave his heart to her on a silver platter,
But she devoured it and spat it back out and the blood spattered
All over Billy's face, left a sour taste that he couldn't get rid of.
His emotions caught fire, he bottled them and threw them like a
Molotov cocktail, his nerves frail, he fell off the trail and questioned society..
Why why...why why why did it happen to me?
Paradigm shift... Billy was mythed, never trusted women again,
Restricted female interaction to tossing off to lesbians,
Billy got depressed and everything seemed beyond his control,
He got so stressed and nothing seemed to enlighten his soul.
Was it all a dream? Or can nothing really fill the hole?
Years pass by and still Billy is on the dole
Figuring out his role in life, sleeping around, no possibility of a wife
Feeling hard done by the mental strife he has to lives with,
Spent his food budget on drugs that were irresistibly addictive,
Inconsistently hit with bouts of fear and aggression,
Billy's now a down and out and still hasn't learnt his lesson,
Billy's now 24 i'm guessing and saves enough to get a Smith & Wesson,
He figured this way of getting money is easier than begging,
Heading towards the nearest convenience store, ski mask cocked,
Adrenaline pumping from the last bit of crack rock,
He smacked his chops and got psyched, what happened next changed his life
He rocked into the place with his new 45 but guess what?
The shopkeeper brandished his knife, knowing he'd survive,
So Billy stuck the gun his face, he'd never felt so alive,
But the man ducked and lashed out, protecting his fam,
Billy began firing aimlessly, shooting to kill shamelessly,
The man hit the ground, shimmied over until he got a clear shot,
He pick up his shiny knife, threw it, hit Billy right in his
Chest, Billy fell to the deck without taking so much as a breath,
And Billy's death won't be mourned, he was just a forlorn stranger,
Who invested too heavily in others without seeing the danger.
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RTMeredith
Member since May 21 2014