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bong pongo - how to kill jonas lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, bong f+cking pongo
you know who the f+ck it is

[verse 1]
bong f+cking pongo
got a gun, n+gga (gun, n+gga)
chase yo’ ass around
just for fun, n+gga (fun, n+gga)

shoot you in the ass
‘cuz you dumb n+gga (dumb, n+gga)
watch you flail around
when i’m done, n+gga (done, n+gga)

drank so f+ckin’ much
that i can’t see (can’t see)
clock you in the throat
now you can’t breathe (can’t breathe)

cough a lung up in the pit
‘cuz i smoke tree (i smoke tree)
i’ma kick you in the head
watch yo’ eyes bleed (yo’ eyes bleed)

[chorus]
i’ma hunt me down and
k!ll local celebrities
like the banks
k!ll ’em like a couple kennedy’s
you got her so gripped, man
she pray to effigies
i’ma shiv you at your show and
then i’ll f+ckin’ leave (f+ckin’ leave!)

[verse 2]
i’m a d+mn k!ller, man
no, i ain’t your f+ckin’ fan
no, i ain’t your f+ckin’ friend
i’ma break your f+ckin’ hand

i’ma slam another can
shoot you and your f+ckin’ band
i don’t care if she gets mad
‘cuz, b+tch, you’re barely a man!

[verse 3]
where the f+ck is your charisma, b+tch?
you talking like a sp+ce chimp
but i’m walking like a street pimp
i’ll break your leg in three, b+tch

i’ll break your f+cking dreams, b+tch
i’ma blast you into pieces
don’t need glasses to see b+tch
leave your body in the ditch
[verse 4]
god, this dude’s so f+ckin’ lame
dude don’t even know my name
we met like four or five tinmes
he too focused on his fame, man

man, he focused on his game
man, this n+gga’s f+ckin’ lame
he broke a b+tch’s heart
so i spilled his f+ckin’ brains

sh+t

[bridge]
then i watched ’em f+ckin’ drain
whole crowd wants me f+ckin’ shanked
i drag my nuts across his face
i get f+ckin’ chased
i run and leave the f+ckin’ place

then i watched ’em f+ckin’ drain
whole crowd wants me f+ckin’ shanked
i drag my nuts across his face
i get f+ckin’ chased
i run and leave the f+ckin’ place
finally leave this f+cking state
finally change my f+cking plates
man, doesn’t it feel great?
that n+gga’s dead and i’m to blame

finally leave this f+cking state
finally change my f+cking plates
man, doesn’t it feel great?
that n+gga’s dead and i’m to blame

then i watched ’em f+ckin’ drain
whole crowd wants me f+ckin’ shanked
i drag my nuts across his face
i get f+ckin’ chased
i run and leave the f+ckin’ place

finally leave this f+cking state
finally change my f+cking plates
man, doesn’t it feel great?
that n+gga’s dead and i’m to blame

[outro]

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