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christ dillinger, dj smokey & rxknephew – jfk كلمات اغاني

[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

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