JFK

Say good night

Cuz' this 45 tucked

Aim down sight imma drain that blood

Imma donate brains to your car headrest

JFK

You don't need no vest

Bitch!

Fuck you and your sympathy

I just wanna die in peace

Fuck you and your sympathy

I just wanna die in peace

Fuck you and your sympathy

I just wanna die in peace

Fuck you and your sympathy

I just wanna die in peace

Giving a motherfucker what they need not what they want

They need to shut the fuck up so their teeth is what I stomp

Watch him su su studder when I'm changing up my tone

Dyll is the beheader if you try to take my throne

Overthrown the lames so now I'm at where I belong

He's blessed fuckin breathing but he's not blessed for very long

Fuck you, your façade, is showing like its bomb

I'm blowing up like the taliban

Tally up all my arms

I'm constantly underfire

I'm wired to kill em all

You fuckers are petty liars

Imma purging em til I'm gone

You got a big ass forehead

Fuck you feelings im morbid

Running my church no Mormon

Tie him to the car and floor it

Kill a whole man and move on

Sipping that tea that oolong

Hate little kids like Kumon

Hole in yo head don't move wrong

Holo through his head if he talk about some goofy shit

Lay him down with lead hoe in a hooligan

Who again I'm the the nigga that would go and shoot again

Find where you stay burn your crib make you move again

I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide

Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die

Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide

Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I

Obviously probably a mu'fucking prodigy

Hold the gun solemnly keep yo apology

Skin him to death and then watching his body bleed

Killing that boy for a want and not just the need

When you with me make sure you talking properly

You are not human to me you my property

Been a whole god so nobody is stoppin' me

Pastor pranav or at least call me father p

Kick from the k got my wrist feeling sore

I got holo after holo leave that boy on the floor

Imma kool aid man through the wall or a door

Put the knife to his head till he dead kill the whore

I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide

Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die

Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide

Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I

I don't know so I am slow el ey dying

Talk bout the smoke but you always just typing

Sharpen my nails but this world has been filing

Walk what I talk and bitch and I'm always smiling