JFK CHRIST DILLINGER, DJ Smokey & RXKNephew

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER & RXKNephew]
(Post Apocalyp-)
(Post Apocalyptic Terror Team)
We gon' drop the top like JFK
Shoot an opp in the head like JFK
Shoot an opp in the head like the CIA
Lie and cheat and steal like JFK
Fuck a nigga's bitch like JFK
Make deals wit' thugs like JFK
Get drunk as fuck like JFK
My dad sold drugs like JFK's
(I'm being gangstalked by the CIA)
(They put a chip in my brain)
Phew, yeah (Dark Evil Poison)
(Evil Poison Boys)

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
I been sellin' dope for a long time
When you come around this way, nigga, it's a long line
All that goofy shit'll get you cut, playin' both sides
Talkin' 'bout that's yo shooter, fuck around, get your bro fried
I'm off the hendawg in the booth, I'm tryna do somethin'
Bro fell asleep off the xan, woke up and tried to shoot somethin'
I had a long, baby, I need some head
Need you to rub my back, and tell me you love me and play in my dreads
I ain't tryna talk off on then phone calls, see the feds
Talkin' hot off on my line, fuck around, leave 'em on read
We need the money counter 'cause that dope keep swingin'
All them diss records they makin', and we know that they don't mean it
When I sampled this dope to Auntie, she like, "Neph, I ain't never seen it"
Bitch see my left wrist, that shit look like Ripley's Believe It