BONG! - Gorilla Twins, Ill Bill, Nems

Smack blood and skull fragments outcha face

Clap snubs at your mother’s casket walking out of her wake

BONG!

Young pesci

Fucko, come test me

Fake your suicide the same way they hung Epstein

My bitch bad

Look like she just came out of a wet dream

Punch you in your face, make your head scream

Infraread beams

We get cream

Overdosed then stamp the baggie with the dead fiend

Coked up, like the '86 mets team

Howie sold heroin & cocaine fishscale (facts)

And even tho he’s dead his name it still ring bells

It’s all gravy

All gucci

Fuck Guiliani

Tuck the uzi on me

Getting toppy from suzy probably

Ayo lemme get a loosie ahki

Bitches gimme brain

Super sloopy

Posted with the luger like who could stop me?

(who could stop me?)

Hollow tips will bruise your body (brat)

My connect speak Yugoslavi

Break them bricks in half like he knew karate

You thought your shooter shot me

But i shot your shooter

And used his body as a human pinata at Cuchi’s party

Right in the middle of Coney Island wilin'

Holdin the 9

It’s the grimiest rhymer

My diamonds shining

It’s blinding

I’m in O’Dwyer gardens

Baggin' up coke

From the brick

Loading the 5th

Lightning up that coconut piff

Only a hoe nigga dies over a bitch

I’ll skull fuck that gunther until she choke on my dick

These dudes rap about the shit that i live

Never came out the crib

I son rappers

Duke you came out my rib (right here)

Rearrange all your jibs

You’ll collide with the floor

I’ll stop your fucking cheekbone

Out the side of your jaw

Amongst the weed smoke clouds and white mountains of raw

I debo clowns in dialects that violate the law (yeah)

I speak indian dope and bolivian coke

Speak fluent colombian when i’m slitting your throat

These dudes will hang themself just give 'em the rope

It’s fuck your motherfucking lyfe duke i’ll spit on the pope

These dudes trippin' off the shit that we wrote from years ago

And now we even iller than before (motherfucker)