[Intro]
(Nuke radio we make the best bombs)
(This song is terrorist propagnda and listening to it is punishable by death)

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
I'm so high, I might move to Kensington
I'm on more drugs then a fiend in Kensington
Your carrer ain't moving like fiends in Kensington
From Section 8 but I might be the president
We don't know you like the niggas in Haunted Mound
I do drugs with all my hoes like Bobby Brown
Niggas link in the studio to stand around
Walk in the trap like Yung Joc it's going down
Hoes wanna link they don't stand me up
Drink so much tequila you gotta stand me up
I'm just like Lil Peep I'm high as fuck
Pockets on Raven-Symoné they fat as fuck
Unc on the floor someone help him up
Don't know what you saying I don't give a fuck
I'll take a real Xan or a fake Xan
He gonna point his finger and get on the stand
When I get in the pussy I'ma whoop it decent
I've never set foot in the Police precinct
Off so much molly I'm losing my sanity
Her ass moving just like a military family
Had to cut a bitch off 'cause she don't understand me
I'll sell crack on stage at the Grammys
Nigga fuck the Grammys, I don't want one anyway
All them old rock bands junkies anyway
In the 90's I would've sold heroin to Kurt Cobain
I would've sold PCP to The Beatles
I would've sold crack to Janis Joplin
Opp niggas mad they can't stop him
I'm like Manolo from Scarface who got a problem
Sipping so much lean I'm a codeine goblin
(My life is in shambles)
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