William Dillinder don’t.

William Dillinder don’t.

William don’t want none unless you got fun son.

A skill quill named Will skied strictly downhill,

Big drum-beating beast made it rain one dollar-bills.

With disregard for the law he accompanies his faction,

Ain’t never gonna pay for no parking infractions.
Now thats real, real, real
For breakfast he mixes two types of oatmeal.
William’s got some sharp wit.

By the way, what did he say?
We can tell he’s chill, and even-keel,
I caught him singing in his automobile.
He hates to be called “Bill”
Everybody wants to be Will, because we love his ethos appeal.
Went to homecoming stag,
Boxes like Mayweather with a jab, like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun.

My life is about looking cool, and getting chicks. – William Dillinder