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christ dillinger – f u كلمات اغاني

[intro]
the industrial revolution has been a disaster for the human race

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
uh_huh
yeah, uh_huh
had to cut that b_tch off, she thought she was special
it’s a .45, not a .38 special
dropped out, told the teacher “suck my d_ck”
f_ck everybody who ain’t feelin’ this sh_t
dropped out, told the professor “f_ck you”
who is you? i don’t know you, f_ck you
wake up feelin’ like christ brown, say “f_ck everybody”
f_ck you, you ain’t cool, i’ll rob anybody
b_tch gotta know how to [?] if she wanna [?]
i’m f_ckin’ a bad b_tch who look like buffy the body
got so much money, they think i’m illuminati
walk in, two middle fingers up, f_ck everybody
n_ggas hatin’ on me broke as h_ll, i don’t ever see ’em now
n_ggas got android phones, [?] haunted mound (shadow)
i beat my white brokе n_ggas who don’t get along
f_ck every brokе n_gga listenin’ to this song
you don’t like my music, then f_ck you, too
f_ck every white n_gga who do music reviews
f_ck every bald white n_gga named fantano
i do more drugs than n_ggas that run disney channel
f_ck out my face, b_tch, i ain’t in the mood
broke b_tch bumpin’ ice spice, think she in ha mood
she think she gonna stay tonight, i’m the wrong dude
i buy your ass a mcflurry, then throw you in a ub
broke b_tch came to my house in a hoopty hoo
i’m on more drugs than sh_ggy and scooby doo
b_tch f_cked the whole gang, don’t know what to call it
this b_tch got more bodies than jeffrey dahmer
[?], f_ck them, too
f_ck you and everybody who came with you
don’t listen to my sh_t, unsubscribe my youtube
and if you like my music, then f_ck you, too
b_tch askin’ me for money, she think i’m mr. beast
b_tch came to my house, p_ssy smelled like yeast
hood i grew up at look just like the middle east
keep that in my mind, i been booted for days
that b_tch fat, she a grenade
you rappers be cappin’, that sh_t a charade
b_tch want me to cuff her, but i’m stuck in my ways
sippin’ makatussin, got me stuck in a daze
they said jesus christ turned water to wine
well, christ dillinger turned glycerol to cocaine
f_ck donald trump, f_ck joe biden
f_ck judge judy, f_ck yk osiris
i would f_ck miley cyrus
f_ck obama, f_ck elton john
f_ck hillary clinton
f_ck everybody who play for the denver nuggets (shadow)
[verse 2: rxknephew]
yk osiris is wildin’
he should’ve gone kissed that b_tch in private
i step in, put it on, don’t need no stylist
i will up this glock and give you guidance
don’t wanna hear, you a pathalogical liar
take somethin’ from me, your whole hood gon’ be dyin’
my wrist in the pot, look like jambalaya
i’m [?], so my thumbs tired
unc tryna get high, tryna sell his pliers
i told her i was broke, she was like, “liar, liar”
stuck in the trap all night, he never tired
i’m in the trap, talkin’ to my dogs like brian
made one fall smooth, everybody slidin’
we in this b_tch like seventeen bin ladens
2500, it’ll get you shot
i’m in the kitchen, trying to feed the pot
(shadow rich gang) [?] nephew, where i [?] the block
some pretty_ass b_tches, you suckin’ or not?
i could be eighty, still scream “free kay flock”
i’ll pull a chair up and sit on the block
dog in the wheelchair got crackin’ us out
ar_15, it’ll slap and it’ll box
when i’m with the [?], it’s ar_quince
glock ventuno on a tuesday
glock nueve on a thursday
i’m ’bout to rap ’bout the glock in vietnamese
i pulled up with the gulockani
i’ll shoot your ass in ten minute
i told [?], “give me five minute”
slide in that car, you gon’ die in it
[verse 3: rxk missionary man]
fried rice a n_gga
tell you once, i won’t tell twice the n_ggas
i’m like a plumber, i got pipes for n_ggas
backyard squabbles, kimbo slice a n_gga
off the brain, i ain’t writin’, n_gga
street fighter glock, i ain’t fightin’, n_gga
b_tch, i’m flyer than ten pigeons
catch a little b_tch baseballing [?]
.38 on me, feel like scotty pippen
umbrella on me, a n_gga be drippin’
got a little squirt a b_tch, she be p_ssin’
[?] on me, leave a n_gga missin’
f_ck with this old b_tch, gettin’ her pension
these n_ggas so broke, they ain’t payin’ attention
as hot as a oven, hope you carryin’ mittens
choke a b_tch, i’ll move like homer simpson

[outro]
shadowman13, real fentanyl music

- christ dillinger

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