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american tterroristt - rxk nephew lyrics

[intro]
they say jesus was a nephew, you know what i’m sayin’? (boss up, n*gga)
they said his mom was a virgin
so when he was born, they told him he was sent from god
so he stared goin’ village to village helpin’ the people and they k!lled his ass, that’s crazy
that’s crazy, man (yeah)

[verse]
they k!lled jesus for helpin’ the people
that’s why i ain’t got patience with people
in the bible, god dealin’ with evil
they said god did a deal with the devil
that’s the reason job has soles on his feel
that’s the reason job lost his house
that’s the reason job lost his kids
i’m readin’ the bible, like what is this?
adam made eve off of one rib?
they made the world in seven days?
so adam and eve had a thousand kids?
kane and abel, they fell out beefin’
me and my brother, we fell out beefin’
they said cocaine, that was on the tree
what if adam would’ve never f*cked eve?
why eve make that n*gga eat that?
that’s why i don’t eat the b*tch food now
job lost his whole f*ckin’ family
yeah, they said god gave him a hundred cows
like two*hundred horses or somethin’
how the f*ck is that worth my kids?
what i did to deserve to go through this?
let me get this right, this because of eve?
okay, i f*ck with adam, but i’ll beat the sh*t out of eve
how the h*ll they live at the forbidden tree?
somebody show me the forbidden tree
i believe in god, but i ain’t too religious
how the f*ck they really got a picture of jesus?
name one person who was alive with jesus
how the f*ck they tellin’ me i need jesus?
if i need jesus, then where is jesus?
so if i get shot, i’ma meet jesus?
so i gotta die just to meet jesus?
it’s a f*cked up world with f*cked up people
the first religion, they worship the sun
they made some bullsh*t story ’bout that
they said the sun went down ’cause the sins
and the sun was never gon’ come back
every thousand years it’s a new religion
unc in the streets screamin’ new religion
pastor got diamonds, rockin’ true religion
pray to who? you must be trippin’
b*tch, i’m prayin’ to my money racks
they said we livin’ in revelation
vaccine got us mutatin’
so f*ck it then, i’ma go take it
if the whole world start purgin’, my daughter gon’ still have a lambo
i’ma have eighteen*hundred guns
thirty audi’s and twenty camaros
they said the world would end in 2012
i was sellin’ crack in 2012
they talkin’ about the calendar ended
eight years later, a pandemic
swine flu, ebola, covid*19, what’s different?
all of that sh*t was k!llin’ people
i ain’t scared of that, guns k!ll people
i ain’t scared of guns, aids k!ll people
i can die in a car crash
how the f*ck you gon’ tell me i’m goin’ to heaven?
please tell me when you talked to the dead
who you met that came form the dead?
show me a picture and show me some proof
explain to me why the f*ck benjamin franklin stood his ass up on the roof
how he discover somethin’ out the sky?
if that’s the case, t*rex discovered it
if you ask me, this sh*t made up
i’ma loop the beat ’cause i ain’t said enough
i ain’t said enough
in school, i had a lot of questions (boss up, n*gga)
social studies teacher makin’ up sh*t
all that sh*t was in they head
who the f*ck is christopher columbus?
if he would’ve came to my block
talkin’ ’bout he discovered my trap, his ass would’ve probably got shot
how the f*ck i’m african american?
b*tch, i’m american terrorist
fifth grade, smarter than my parents
grandma couldn’t help with algebra
grandma like, “what the f*ck is algebra”
she like, “that’s a godd*mn shame”
them people gonna keep makin’ up sh*t tryna keep you in the same grade
they tryna hide sh*t in the book
i was in jail readin’ books
og teach me ’bout real estate
every landlord i know a crackhead
i’m in the hood with the slum lords
jehovah’s witnesses, no christmas
jehovah’s witnesses people move like a cult
they recruitin’ people at they door
how you gon’ force religion on somebody?
how you gon’ change the bible and tell it to everybody?
why jehovah’s witnesses don’t like christians?
they fightin’ over jesus’ birthday
how the f*ck y’all know jesus’ birthday?
who the f*ck is that white man santa claus?
they said that n*gga was eatin’ kids
why would i let that man lie to my kids?
why would i go out buyin’ gifts and blame it on the n*gga named santa?
sh*t, a n*gga climb through my roof, i’ma beat his ass in the head with a hammer
if you eat my cookies, beat you with a hammer
drink the kids milk, beat you with a hammer
you line a hundred somethin’ buyin’ toys
well santa never dropped me off a toy
let’s get back to jehovah’s witnesses
how the f*ck all of y’all awake?
how the f*ck y’all church so small, but it’s a million of y’all everyday?
sh*t, religious people startin’ to scare me
sh*t, the government wrote the bible
they knew who was gon’ win american idol
i never liked simon off american idol
i ain’t really like how he talked to black people
how the f*ck flava flav still alive?
sh*t, before kobe, before deebo
i respected his ass up and down
i have nothin’ against flava flav
they said i was ugly as flava flav
now i got twenty ho’s like flava flav
n*gga dyin’ for jewelry everyday
they caught the n*gga who k!lled mo3
how the f*ck he get caught and last three weeks?
if you ask me, that’s a sacrifice
you ain’t gotta be rich to pull a sacrifice
all the time on the block, b*tch, i sacrificed
put my pride to the side, b*tch, i sacrificed
if that’s the case, i’m illuminati
how tekashi get out before shotti?
why jim jones never went to jail?
and he was talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ a n*gga
sh*t, that ain’t my job, but that’s conspiracy
all i know is n*ggas get locked for conspiracy
these n*ggas who talk, they be scarin’ me
they be wearin’ wires in they shoes
askin’ questions, wanna talk to you
these n*ggas move like tmz
on a regular day, wanna question me
n*gga move like vladtv
these n*ggas look like vladtv
they get indicted on vladtv
homie got five years for a tv
so what the f*ck they thought was gon’ happen?
they talk too much, they [?]
i always thought that cassidy was a hustler
cassidy was my favorite rapper
then i find out he was a hustler (boss up, n*gga)
[?]
n*ggas thought meek mill wasn’t gon’ blow
i ain’t never heard ’bout meek mill until he ran with that ceo
i ain’t sayin’ meek did the wrong thing, but he knew ross was a ceo
sh*t, a n*gga gotta feed his kids
i ain’t never think gucci was a clone
they like, “how the h*ll he got so skinny?”
when you in that cell, sh*t, they feed you wrong
three meals a day get a n*gga right
six pack came from bein’ hungry at night
n*gga came home and he fixed his t**th
then they changed the subject about a week
i’ma get on the beat and say what i want
[?] donald trump
auntie talkin’ ’bout “six*hundred comin'”
it ain’t twelve*hundred, but sh*t, it’s somethin’
i don’t sit on my ass and live with my b*tch
just the other day, broke up with my b*tch
i’d rather go rob some sh*t
ps5 won’t come out my lip
the bible told you b*tches is grimey
whole bible, b*tches was lyin’
they believed that a virgin had kids
i hope my daughter don’t tell my that sh*t
’cause you ain’t married, the baby ain’t jesus
don’t lie to me ’cause i ain’t jesus
my last b*tch was an atheist
so talkin’ ’bout pullin’ tarot cards
she like, “neph, let me tell your future”
i’m like, “b*tch, i’m off more molly than future”
i’m like, “b*tch, i might die tomorrow”
why the h*ll you tryna be a fortune teller?
she on fashion nova and she lookin’ at dresses
her ass fat, but i ain’t even notice
she take her time puttin’ on lotion
i’m like, “b*tch, hurry up ’cause i got a l!ck”
they talkin’ ’bout pray before you eat
b*tch, you eatin’ a dead animal
b*tch, you barely got vegetables
everybody in the world is hypocrites
donald trump still gon’ build that wall
ms*13 climbed over the wall
donald trump can’t stop immigrants
lost my id, i’m a immigrant
they pulled me over like, “what’s your name”
b*tch, i forgot my social security number
they asked about my mother maiden name
i’m like, “i don’t know, we don’t know each other”
b*tch, i’m on the run from area 51
i stayed in the corner and boot up
b*tch, i forgot where i parked my car
my last b*tch like, “who are you?”
i’m like, “b*tch, i watched [?]”
that movie ain’t funny no more
y’all know i don’t like will smith
i used to know the song to fresh prince
“now this the story all about how”
now his mother kid suckin’ d*ck
now he sad, lookin’ like “how?”
who the f*ck raised these n*ggas?
what scientist made these n*ggas?
what land these n*ggas come from?
first time i watched “i am legend” i cried
especially the part when his dog died
’cause i feel his pain when you out in the streets
then i see the other movie, he was b*tt naked with another man in between the sheets
i’m like, “h*ll nah, that’s i am legend?”
i’ma f*ck jada too, f*ck “i am legend”
well jada pinkett, if you hear this song, i’ll f*ck you good and you ain’t gon’ regret it
i ain’t august alsina, you don’ need him
if he was real, he would’ve knocked out will
yo’ kids grown, f*ck that n*gga
he the reason that y’all son g*y now
b*tch, shoutout to chris brown
will smith should’ve took advice from chris brown
jada pinkett should’ve been on the news with both her eyes black and brown (boss up, n*gga)
yeah, i looped it again (boss up, n*gga)
they say jesus was drinkin’ grape juice, i’m drinkin’ gin (boss up, n*gga)
i used to think snoop dogg was tough
i hated n*ggas who acted tough
i used to love the chum bucket
i used to fill out the chum bucket
i been knew spongebob was a b*tch, that’s why i f*ck with the chum bucket
pull up lookin’ like plankton, n*gga
everybody hate that n*gga
cougar b*tch wanna watch martin
b*tch, that sh*t ain’t funny
i f*ck with hustle man more than him
martin always stressin’ ’bout a b*tch
this whole world stressin’ ’bout a b*tch
it ain’t even these b*tches, it’s n*ggas too
’cause the b*tches move like n*ggas do
and these n*ggas, they move like b*tches do
i don’t even wanna get in the industry
’cause if i do, i’m doin’ somethin’ crazy
i’ma f*ck keke palmer, get her pregnant, then leave her single with a baby
don’t judge me, that’s what adam did
if adam and eve had two kids
once adam got a taste of that fruit, he went to the left and found him a b*tch
sh*t, kane and able was trippin’ anyway
sh*t, they tryna k!ll each other with an axe
they put this sh*t all in the bible, so you know d*mn well this ain’t cap
they say there’s seventy*seven s*xtillion stars in the sky
i ain’t even heard that number before until they told me that lie
i’m like, “how the f*ck—? hold on, which telescope and what person count that with they eyes?”
when i was in church, i had questions
my grandma like, “hold on, grandson got a question”
they passed me the mic at the kingdom hall
i’m like, “who told y’all that’s that many stars?”
they told me, “don’t question the bible”
i’m like, “grandma, stop goin’ to the kingdom hall”
them people ain’t your friends anyway
n*gga doin’ bible study tryna get p*ssy
same people bringin’ demons in the house
how the f*ck y’all throwin’ water ’round the house?
how the f*ck y’all make that holy water?
let me get some of that so i can cook a quarter
how y’all say i’m evil for sellin’ crack when i’m out here tryna feed my daughter?
where your money go? i don’t judge you
them old church b*tches be cougars
and the pastor drive a brand new caddy
but the church broke down and raggedy
how the f*ck n*ggas scam cashapp?
they thought they was scammin’ cashapp
well cashapp scammed cashapp
they got social numbers in cashapp
why the f*ck i gotta give you my social?
how you know i ain’t forget my social?
why the f*ck i need a drivers license?
if i crash, i’m the only one dyin’
if somebody else die, it was meant to go
y’all the ones who put that sh*t in the bible
how the f*ck y’all talkin’ ’bout “turn the other cheek,” when y’all k!llin’ black people left and right?
i don’t beef with white people, they good l!cks
my white b*tch got good credit
i ain’t never think donald trump was racist
wanna talk to him, gotta have good credit
wanna talk to me, gotta have good credit
rx papi a b*tch, the whole hood said it
meagan good booty flat, slitherman said it
wendy williams a man, slitherman said it
them big ass tittles look dumb
lil kim face look dumn
cardi b mouth look dumb
b*tch talk like she always chewin’ gum
migos lookin’ tough, they look dumb
joe budden told them n*ggas they was ass
he told that sh*t to ’em dead in they face (boss up, n*gga)
he was probably high off a fifty bag
[outro]
yeah

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