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jfk - christ dillinger, dj smokey & rxknephew lyrics

[intro: christ dillinger & rxknephew]
(post apocalyp*)
(post apocalyptic terror team)
we gon’ drop the top like jfk
shoot an opp in the head like jfk
shoot an opp in the head like the cia
lie and cheat and steal like jfk
f*ck a n*ggas b*tch like jfk
make deals wit’ thugs like jfk
get drunk as f*ck like jfk
my dad sold drugs like jfk’s
(i’m being gangstalked by the cia)
(they put a chip in my brain)
phew, yeah (dark evil poison)
(evil poison boys)

[verse 1: rxknephew]
i been sellin’ dope for a long time
when you come around this way, n*gga, it’s a long line
all that goofy sh*t’ll get you cut, playin’ both sides
talkin’ ’bout that’s yo shooter, f*ck around, get your bro fried
i’m off the hendawg in the booth, i’m tryna do somethin’
bro fell asleep off the xan, woke up and tried to shoot somethin’
i had a long, baby, i need some head
need you to rub my back, and tell me you love me and play in my dreads
i ain’t tryna talk off on then phonecalls, see the feds
talkin’ hot off on my line, f*ck around, leave ’em on read
we need the money counter ’cause that dope keep swingin’
all them diss records they makin’, and we know that they don’t mean it
when i sampled this dope to auntie, she like, “neph, i ain’t never seen it”
b*tch see my left, that sh*t look like ripley’s believe it
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
and my right wrist all that, it’s lookin’ just like kel’s and kenan
neph let auntie try some of the new dope, and that b*tch came back feinin’
how the f*ck these rap n*ggas demons?
n*gga, you know that you ain’t no demon
i put the cocaine and glycerol inside the blender, that sh*t sound like it’s screamin’
pull up and do the show in a suit and tie just like the g*man
i need a three point five, call the weed man
call the weed man, lean man, bean man
i’m the d*ck man, not her dream man (holy sh*t)
[?] at the airport
i got a b*tch pregnant, i’m hittin’ the a*bort
i’m gettin’ real hood if i can’t get a loose newport
my fiends in the trap look like toopoor
ex b*tch, like, “you think you important now?”
buy a ball in the club to pour it out
you got big racks on us, well bring ’em out
get a n*gga whacked for a low amount
if you don’t think about death, you not from the hood
pull up in a pickup truck like darkskin suge
that b*tch from the hood look like megan good
she gon’ bust that p*ssy for a thousand dollars
this b*tch think i’m neil, she want me to bust it
this dope so strong, we gotta cut it
i can’t hit it raw ’cause i do not trust it
after i nut i’ma feel disgusting
[chorus: christ dillinger]
we gon’ drop the top like jfk
shoot an opp in the head like jfk
shoot an opp in the head like the cia
lie and cheat and steal like jfk
f*ck a n*ggas b*tch like jfk
make deals wit’ thugs like jfk
get drunk as f*ck like jfk
my dad sold drugs like jfk’s

[outro]
(holy f*cking sh*t)
(this is f*cked beyond repair)
(evil poison industries)
(we make the most evil poisons in the game)
(this album is terrorism)

- christ dillinger dj smokey rxknephew lyrics

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