This Song Is Terrorism CHRIST DILLINGER, DJ Smokey & RXKNephew (Ft. Rx Papi)

[Intro: RXKNephew]
Evil Poison
DJ Smokey Presents: Certified Terror Music
THIS ALBUM IS TERRORISM (Allahu akbar)
(What's good GeeohhS?)
Yeah (I hope my opps get AIDS)
Yeah (Evil Poison)

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
You want that shit done right? Then do it yourself
I'm the only boss, nigga, paid it myself
Off in them trenches, nigga, slavin' myself
$300,000, nigga, made it myself (Too many hunnids)
Birthday on the first, they're like, "Neph, why you ain't hype about it?"
I paid three-hundred bills, shit, what I like about that?
"What you want for your birthday?" I want a new thirty
"What you want for your birthday?" Bitch, who gon' do it for me?
"What you want for your birthday?" Bitch, can't afford it
"What you want for your birthday?" Shit, a new foreign
I'm goin' through some shit, who the fuck gon' relate? (For real)
Just 'cause I got money, a bitch gon' stay (Certified Terror Music)
Gucci frames on my face, I don't wanna see shit
Cut 'em off, they're like, "Damn, Neph can't keep shit"
A couple thousand for this shit, this ain't no cheap fit
You did what? And seen what? We don't believe that shit
Talkin' bout love, they don't even love they self
I love my Glock 40, Gucci frames and B.B. belt (Opp genocide)