Kitz Willman

Yo what up? You’re riding with Kitz Willman The tire squealin Supper eatin Lava producin Coyote

He wanna drive the same way all day Steering wheel stuck in the same place Same stupid look on his stupid face

Shut down your red and blue lights Rap Police with a one-track mind Time to rewind Don’t ya think? I was

I’m too old to be new at this I’m too young to re-release dusty discs Contemporary Kitz On the snare and the

“What kind of man would come to this country?” No matter the price No matter the name All motels seem to

Check, check Kitz Willman HTTP Rap journalist Rap journalist Subservient to the internet At

Sun caught my face Eye glint Prairie Pace is an idle sprint Reluctant like, “I gotta hand it to him?!”

Rank talker Plank walker 'Cause i'll never sit pretty on a sinking ship Fabricated candlesticks and

School shooters listen to Mac Demarco Filmmakers wanna have their own Fargo Led looters to the unclaimed cargo

People painted houses with their family crests Bleached the stove And made sure that the table was set One

They said, "it's pianos or tigers but it can't be both" Laying tracks in the old growth

Go on and burn the big house Burn the harddrive CD-R in the ride No windows, demos, voice memos… zooted

She said “Kitz, it’s getting hectic Heater on the fritz, call General Electric!” Another blitz, hit to the head,

Can't sleep on the full moon (no) Can't think in a bad mood (bro) Can't breathe in a smoke