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j.k. the reaper - industry nazis lyrics

[intro: j.k. the reaper]
n-ggas always asking f-cking questions
i told them straight like this
they could suck my d-ck
roll it up

[verse 1: j.k. the reaper]
yo yo f-ck the illuminate
industry n-z-
that’s why these logos all on my body
i’ll never sell my soul
my flow too cold they’ll k!ll me probably
i raise h-ll in my casket
find an angel b-tch to come back with
not a thug n-gga
not a drug dealer
just a young n-gga trying to change the game
but the people didn’t listen
i got p-ssed off
n-gga vexed out
bout to bust a vein
f-ck a name on that raw sh-t
f-ck anything that you offering
i do this sh-t for my offspring
that ain’t born yet to get off me
american history exflo
i’m hitler in his prime
not literally but i’m k!lling them just the same with every line
craziest sh-t be on my mind
so i spit that k!ller sh-t
ask a death ho if she heard me
i’m getting baptized
in the blood of the baddest virgins in the world
i know it’s hurting
that’s the sacrifice
n-ggas ain’t half as nice and just stay working
the rap game got murdered
and i’m the grim reaper
in the black robe with black vans on
i dare anything that you speaking rest in peace

[hook: j.k the rapper]
two strikes to the side on that fang sh-t
two middle fingers to these rappers cuz they ain’t sh-t
industry n-z- yelling f-ck the rap game b-tch
industry n-z- yelling f-ck the rap game
it’s a holocaust for these rappers(x4)
it’s a holocaust for these n-ggas
it’s a holocaust for these b-tches
it’s a holocaust for these rappers
k!lling them all i think i’m hitler

[verse 2: j.k. the reaper]
yo yo f-ck the illuminate
industry n-z-
that’s why these logos all on my body
i couldn’t sell my soul
for a piece of gold
materialistic rapper showing off
it’s kinda getting old
like bad b-tches
mad bottoms
big chains
expensive clothes
got a record deal
had one hit
yo sh-t flop
now yo car gone
yo b-tch gone
yo fans gone
you home alone
with the lights out
it’s kinda dark out
look out yo window
you’ll see my people and they talking bout
the reaper gon’ get ya
the reaper gon’ get ya
the reaper
the reaper gon’ get ya
the reaper gon’ get ya
better lock yo doors
i’m coming for dead rappers
and any n-gga that disses
i’m turning yo booth into a casket
b-st-rd

[hook]

[verse 3: 2chea]
s be [?] cl!ck b-tch
i roll up and she hit it
i put her on cloud 9 times
to now she wanna quit it
now she want me to hit it
f-cking name
be my f-cking game
middle finger to the n-ggas that be judging me
cuz they don’t feel my f-cking pain
i swear n-gga i’m zombie
a hundred n-ggas right behind me
i’m hitler’s new hitman
yeah i’m the industry n-z-
big shout out to nasi
g [?]
we the bestest
pulling out that smith and wesson
ya’ll flintstone’s
and we the jetson’s

[verse 4: mtown]
f-cking and gain
f-a-n-g
that’s the sh-t that i bang
fang life
to the great life
you copy and sh-t
but your sh-t ain’t the same
stealing sh-t
i’m tommy vercetti
f-ck that
i’m just from the gelly
an angel of death
i’m the doctor b-tch
and yo soilders a patient
i’m dropping sh-t
f-cking around with your b-tches and sh-t
you late to find out that your b-tch is a b-tch
and she buried alive
now yo b-tch in a ditch
come to our house to replenish the d-ck
get mad at my homies is watching ya
approach you with ss’s and swatchka’s
you mad that i done took yo fans
and they are all now german officers

[hook]

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