Dem Billz

[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
Straight away 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
Chucking my phone I said get the fuck out of my home
Look I’m fed up, you crooks never let up
You wanna know what I owe ScoMo do your books better
I'm already selling organs to kidney theives
Just to bring in cheese for the kindy fees
So I'm never gonna meet you half way
Dollar a day’s the only way I'm gonna pay
[Chorus]
Dem Billz
Dem Billz

[Verse 2 Evil Eddie and Fresh Violet]
So i said I'm gonna pay it, albeit 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 die 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
Look, you're 30 grand deep, but I'll throw you a bone
Gonna give you two weeks
Woah, 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

[Chorus]
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 don't raise this loot up
Gotta get the band back together write new stuff
Dude fuck, gotta light a fire in the booth up
Show these young cats I ain't slippin'
Got my own style, don't care where I fit in
Burn cunts with my freestyles and my writtens
Til i make that name into a household thing again
So if it doesn’t make a dollar then it doesn’t make sense
That’s taking a piss, like trough lollies in the gents
End of the day I'm all about that skirl
Pape, Cheddar whatever
I'm all about dem billz

[Chorus]
All about dem billz
All about dem billz
All about dem billz
All about dem billz
All about dem billz
All about dem billz