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buy my album - christ dillinger lyrics

[verse 1]
n*n*n*ggas be searching for gratification, the instant kind
i rather wait and build my sh*t up over time
i got that choppa, it kick like an infant child
i got that choppa, it’s long like the river nile
n*gga run up on me, he gon’ be left behind
i’m tryna k!ll all the opps, it’s a genocide
if you owe me money you better pay up now
the eagle just landed we scoring like touchdowns
she ain’t let me f*ck then but she will cause i’m up now
b*tch i came back like i left the stove on

[verse 2]
hold on
i got that underarm kush like its roll*on
we smoking some sh*t that you don’t get to smoke on
some n*ggas don’t feel me but that’s cause i grow on
don’t worry ’bout sh*t that’s got nothin’ to do with you
he think it’s a party but this sh*t a funeral
i p*ss on your grave, i turn that to a urinal

[verse 3]
wait
n*ggas be rapping ’bout trapping, ain’t sell a dime
i really trapped ’til my scale had the broken sign
rappers be clones because we the new paradigm
i’m in the back with the tints that’s so black with a pump ’cause the doobie so fat that it gave me an asthma attack
i hit the blunt one time and that sh*t hit me back
i’m in yo hood ’bout to go sell yo family crack
sometimes you play the rap sometimes it plays you back
but who’s the n*ggas that’s really controlling that?
i gotta talk to you n*ggas in nursery rhymes
that’s how much n*ggas done dumbed rap down overtime
i’ma give you some insight on the storyline
alla these rappers be broke, they can’t wait to sign
rap game like high school and i’m ’bout to columbine
[verse 4]
i could rap anything make it sound fly
it could be dr. seuss or a nursery rhyme
one fish, two fish, red fish, new fish
i don’t really f*ck with that n*gga ’cause he a blue fish
you the type to pose i’m the type a n*gga to do this
if that n*gga want smoke then we rollin’ asbestos
i’m breakin’ his jaw, someone call him a dentist
if that n*gga want smoke then i’m giving him cancer
i just met this b*tch and she’s rich but a dancer and i mean a stripper not ballet
someone call the valet ’cause i wanna go now
i be on verbs and these n*ggas on pr*nouns
if he pulls his glock i pull mine, it’s a showdown

- christ dillinger lyrics

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