Christ Dillinger Lyrics:

i got his bitch in the car and she suckin
I’m packin that thang I ain’t doin no runnin
I’m whippin that crack in the kitchen it’s bubblin
his money real low he on Twitter he subbin

my money on hare and yo money on turtle 
jumped over these niggas it wasn’t a hurdle 
I pop me a perc and it’s blue like a squirtle
 I’m moving  the drugs round the block like a circle 

I’m sticking my dick in her mouth in a bathroom stall 
bitches like Pokémon I gotta catch em
all 
white boys keep callin my phone for that adderol 
ask me where the bitches I tell you you got em all

I’m sellin crack on the corner like lemonade 
I bring yo bitch in the room and I desecrate

run up on me I put you in an early grave
Finna blow up on these niggas like hand grenade

you thought you was down but you just an affiliate
I put a perc in the blunt are you feelin it

niggas be waiting on me to fall
I guess cause niggas be talkin bout guns  and all 
I’m at the mall ballin hard wit no basketball
he hit my line for the work and I’m taxin



all a this ice make it hard to tell  time on my watch 
I’m fuckin two bitches I’m makin them swap
I pick up yo bitch in a benz and  her jaw drop 
 we moving the rock on the block like it’s hopscotch 


make her get on all fours  then I’m puttin my feet up 
we be switchin the loud with the mid when you re up
her boyfriend suspicious cause  I leave the seat up

yo pic got no love so you don’t wanna leave it up 
I really be with that stick like a hockey puck 
said he was doin it guess he ain’t do enough 

I pour two lines of tha drank in my beverage 
these hollow tips  rip through his vest and they hemmorage

all a these hoes on my cock when I walk in 
you run up on me you walk out  in a coffin
he said he was ballin I jus seen him walkin
-funny voic-  if you gettin fronted please don’t do no talkin 
I’m doin me like I masturbate I do not mean to exaggerate but my dick made her  asphyxiate



this dick knock a bitch in another dimension
I was sellin them percs in that in school suspension 
you throwin a show that’s a pussy convention 
I got a big bag bank account it got racks init
niggas be saying they dark  they adopted it,
you merely adopted it while I was born it 

just saw a British nigga he was like cheerio
I  put a hole in a nigga like cheerio
we sippin don Julio you sippin Tito 
got weed wax and moon rocks this blunt a burrito 
my plug is a Mexican, he call me mijo
good prices on weed and great prices on gringo
ran off on the plug he can’t find me like Nemo

Nemo feat. 83hades (prod. 808mafia Purp x Wendigo)

Lyrics:
Aye, stick and poke 
Movin wit the tooly bitch you got nowhere to go 
Creeping through the fields and i hit you with the pole 
Making it a mission to putting tags right on your toes 

I put you in your place 
Niggas ducking off bitch we sliding do the race 
You doing all that chit chat i’m all up in your face 
Snuff you in the nose and i know you like the taste 
I came with a mop-stick
Put that bitch in drive and we slide with the chopsticks
Put him in the grave Bitch who wanna catch a drop kick
Imma bring the pain and proceed to crash the mosh pit 

 D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat 
(x8)

Yeah this turbo kicking 6 speed 
Get his ass in traffic yeah we Caught that boy limping 
200 on the dash ain’t no way they gon miss me
Make it home fast bitch i like the way i shift speed  

Ugh, hold him at gun point 
Choking he ain’t making no noise 
and you running there is no point 
let it rain from the rolls royce 

 D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat 
(x8)

GrimKut [Prod. Sffr x Brutei] #D-R-A-C-O

German Rap Beat Draft

ENGINEERED: HMYE
[Rec. @ Bino Studios]

Lyrics:

HER PUSSY 4 MY EYES ONLY LIKE J COLE BOOTS LIKE A SOULJA I SHOOT WIT A DRACO FUCK YOU MEAN MURDER YO CLIQUE THEN ITS CASE CLOSE I PULL TOP DOWN HEAD SHOT BANKROLL/  NIGGA DONT WANT IT JUST LOOK AT HIS WALLET THEY SAY THEY GOT LOGIC HAVE YET TO INSTALL IT I DAMAGE YO REP AINT NO TRUMP IN THE OFFICE HE TALKIN HE SQUASH IT HER PUSSY DEMOLISHED/ 

BITCH I GET BUSY WHILE PUFFIN ON DANK/ SCENE GETTIN LIL UGLY MANE SHOOTIN TANKS/ LEAVE IT TO FUKKIT I JUST KICKED THE BUCKET HE WANNA COME CHILL SO IN PUBLIC HE HANG/ MIDNIGHT MY SIGHT SO I CAN'T SEE A THING BITCH YOU TALKING LIKE ME CAUSE YOU WANNA LIL FAME EVERY TIME THAT I DO THIS IT'S WORSE FOR YOUR PLAYS IMMA MENACE LIKE DENNIS MY DICK THE NEW CRAZE/ YOU A PUSSY LIL NIGGA THAT'S WHY YOU GET FUCKED KEEP ON ACTIN SO STUPID IT WONT GET YOU TOUGH BITCH IM SMOKIN ON CLOVER DONT BELIEVE IN LUCK AND U STILL WANNA WIFEY THAT CHICKEN GET PLUCKED/ MAN THIS SHIT GETTIN WAY TOO EASY FOR ME ION CARE BOUT THESE NIGGAS THEY EASY TO BEAT MATTER FACT MOST MY ENEMIES MORE THAN ASLEEP I AIN'T SLEEP IN A DECADE AND STILL IMMA DREAM/ 

BALL SO HARD NIGGA IM DEAD INSIDE YOU CANNOT FEEL MY HEART/ SEE THESE PUSSY ASS NIGGAS YOU LOVIN FOR WHO THEY TRULY ARE/ AND THIS NIGGA WANT DANCE SO U KNOW IM GON PULL UP STOMP THE YARD/ HAHAAHAHAHAHA

GOLD IN YO MOUTH BUT YOU KNOW THAT'S JUS PISS/ DIAMONDS LIKE MICHEAL THEY JUMP LIKE A FISH/ SCALE BY THE LIGHTBULB I SERVE HIM UP SKIMP HIT A LICK MAKE A BRICK BUY A BRICK THEN I SHIP/ FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY STING LIKE A BEE DODGIN ALL THESE COMMENTS TRYNNA BOX ME ALI U A PUSSY NIGGA SUCK MY DICK FOR A FEAT AND I GUARANTEE YOU'D PROLLY DO IT FOR TWEETS/

THE GAME IS OVER [PROD. Y$57] (Lyrics In Description)

JIGSAW ft. Frit$God & kB3ACH

lyrics:

SMOKING ON PURPLE LIKE LVL 3 ARMOR
YOU COULD KEEP THE ACT I DONT CARE FOR THE DRAMA TAKE HITS TO THE HEAD ON SOME BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA/ 
DISSING ME SEND THAT SHIT BACK PRONTO/
I GET IN HER THROAT LIKE IM CHECKING HER TONSIL
JUST DIGGING THE BONE LIKE A MOFUCKING FOSSIL/
COUNTER THE STRIKE IN COMBAT WITH MY HOSTILE/
GOT MORE BARS THAN A CASE WITH A LAWSUIT/
THINK IM THEY FATHER BUT THAT SHIT IS AWFUL/ THERES JUST NO EXPLANATION THATS PLAUSIBLE/ 
NIGGAS STILL WISH FOR THE GREEN LIKE COSMO/
WANT THE SMOKE TIL ITS HARSH LIKE FRONTO/ 
VIEW LOOKING GOOD FROM THIS SKY RISE CONDO/ 
AND I PLAY THE RAP GAME LIKE CONSOLES/ 

IM SO HIGH, I DONT KNOW WHERE THE TIME GOES,
IM SO FLY, I DONT CARE IF YOU LIE LOW,
IM SO FINE, I COULD FUCK ALL YOUR SIDE HOES/
THATS SOME SHIT YOU COULD SEE WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED/ 

HOLD UP,
WAIT/
IM FLEXIN BIG CHILLIN JUST COUNTING MY SKRILLA
NO DOUBT THAT IM KILLING YOU TALK ABOUT MUSIC WHILE STILL BUMPING SKRILLEX JUST STICK TO THE SHIT YOU MAKE UP AND CONCEAL IT/
I FEEL IT/
NO NOT REALLY NIGGA IM TOO UNFAMILIAR WITH WHO YOU CALL FAMILY I DONT SEE IT SADLY IM UPPING THE ANTE, 
THERE GO YOU LIL PUSSIES TRYNA RIDE UP MY ALLEY/ 
WHY YOU WANT HOW I SOUND SO BADLY/
PROBABLY CAUSE ALL YOUR SHIT SOUND BADLY/ 
WHY YOUR BITCH STEADY SOUND SO MANLY/
SIDE EFFECT OF THE BITCH SHE MARRIED/ 
TWO TWINS, AND THEY WEIGH BUT I CARRY/
TWO TIPS ON THE BLADE BUT I PARRY/
ALL MY ENEMIES STAY WHERE THEY BURIED/
ONLY PLACE THAT THEY SAFE WHILE IM STANDING/ 

PATH FINDING, NEED A ZIP HERE
STRAIGHT LINING, IS IT STILL CLEAR?
PING IT ILL FIND IT, BITCH ITS RIGHT THERE
DOUBLE TIMING SMOKE OUT THEN IM RIGHT HERE/ 
BUZZ QUICK BUT IT LAST LIKE LIGHTYEARS,
WHEN THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT WE FIGHT FAIR? 
BITCH I TOLD YOU ITS LOOKING LIKE MY YEAR/
IF YOU WANT IT THEN GET IT IM RIGHT HERE/

Fukkit - Pathfinder (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

lyrics:

THEY PLAYING SNAKE WET THE TURF LIKE PAINTBALLS/
YALL COULD REALLY GET CUT, CAUSE THE FLOW LIKE CHAINSAWS/
DROPPING HOT LIKE NAPALM/
AND THESE INDUSTRY PLANTS GET IN QUICK BUT DONT STAY LONG/
MEANWHILE, 
GOT THE UNDERGROUND LIKE WHERE HE CAME FROM?
WHY AINT NOBODY SAY SOME?

RAP POLITICS AND ITS ALL JUST BUSINESS,
COULD SUCK MY DICK IF YOU THINK SOMETHING DIFFERENT,
I FUCKED YO BITCH BUT AINT SAY THAT I HID IT,
IM GETTING TOO HIGH TO BRING YOU ON THIS MISSION/
BODY SHIELD FIT CAUSE THE SOUNDS BY SMITHY,
KEPT IT A 100 WHILE MAKING TWOFIFTY,
ITS DJ FUCK COCK YALL JUST ENVY,
TOO MANY DEATHS TO SHOW ALL YALL PITY/
BEAT GONE SOFT TIL THE BLUE PILL HITTING/
MOMENT I RAP THEN ITS HAND-OUT RIBBONS
GAVE SO MANY HAND-OUTS THAT YALL BITTEN/
STUCK WITH LEFTOVERS IT MUST BE DELICIOUS/ 
I GOT ME A HOE, SHE CAME WIT A THROAT,
IM GETTING THIS BREAD THEY AINT GOT THEM A LOAF,
KEEP RIPPING OFF HEADS IF ITS FRIENDS OR A FOE/
I DONT KNOW WHO TO TRUST SO MY HAND ON MY POLE/
SHE STRIP ON THE LOW?
KEEP TELLING ME SECRETS YOU WANT ME TO KNOW/
I THINK THERES A LOT OF YOU ACTING FOR SHOW/
THESE RAP NIGGAS LOVE TO TELL TALES BOUT THE STORIES THEY MAKE UP AT HOME/
MY WHOLE LIFE ON THE GO,
THEY AINT KNOW WHAT I KNOW,
GOT THE KEYS IN THE BAG I JUST NEED ME THE DOOR,
GOT MY FOOT IN THE GAME,
AND MY DICK IN HER SLOW,
KEEP ON CHECKING ON ME LIKE THE MICROWAVE THOUGH/

2014 I WAS WORKIN ON LYRICS/
5 YEARS LATER IM PUSHING OUT MILLIONS/
NO PRO SKATER JUST GRINDING KEPT KICKING A TIME BOMB WAITING TO BLOW KEEPS TICKING/
I DID THE ART NOW ITS TIME FOR THE RICHES/
I DONT FEEL BAD THAT I BURNED DOWN BRIDGES/
HEAR ME JUST FINE THIS IS ALL MY CONNECTION/
END OF THIS YEAR I MIGHT COP ME A NECKLACE/ 

RAP POLITICS AND ITS ALL JUST BUSINESS,
COULD SUCK MY DICK IF YOU THINK SOMETHING DIFFERENT,
I FUCKED YO BITCH BUT AINT SAY THAT I HID IT,
IM GETTING TOO HIGH TO BRING YOU ON THIS MISSION/
BODY SHIELD FIT CAUSE THE SOUNDS BY SMITHY,
KEPT IT A 100 WHILE MAKING TWOFIFTY,
ITS DJ FUCK COCK YALL JUST ENVY,
TOO MANY DEATHS TO SHOW ALL YALL PITY/

Fukkit - Smithy (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

Chauncey666 - SunDown (Prod. Apostle)

False Start (Prod. Dutchman)

Johnny Thompson (feat. DIRTYBUTT)

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