Gorilla Twins - BONG! lyrics

Smack blood and skull fragments outcha face
Clap snubs at your mother's
Casket walking out of her wake bONG!
Young Pesci fucko, come test me
Fake your suicide the same way
They hung Epstein

My bitch bad
Look like she just came out of a wet dream
Punch you in your face, make your head scream
Infrared beams we get cream
Overdosed then stamp the baggie
With the dead fiend
Coked up, like the '86 Mets team

Howie sold heroin & cocaine fishscale (Facts)
And even tho he's dead his
Name it still ring bells it's all gravy
All Gucci fuck Guiliani
Tuck the UZI on me
Getting toppy from Suzy probably

Ayo lemme get a loosie ahki
Bitches gimme brain super sloppy
Posted with the Luger like who could stop me?
(who could stop me?)
Hollow tips will bruise your body (Brat)
My connect speak Yugoslavi
Break them bricks in half like he knew karate

You thought your shooter shot me
But, I shot your shooter
And used his body as a
Human piñata at Cuchi's party
Right in the middle of Coney Island wilin'
Holdin' the 9 it's the grimiest rhymer
My diamonds shining it's blinding

I'm in O'Dwyer Gardens baggin' up coke
From the brick loading the 5th
Lightning up that coconut piff
Only a hoe nigga dies over a bitch
I'll skull fuck that gunther until
She choke on my dick
These dudes rap about the shit that I live
Never came out the crib i son rappers
Duke you came out my rib (Right here)
Rearrange all your jibs
You'll collide with the floor
I'll stop your fucking cheekbone
Out the side of your jaw

Amongst the weed smoke clouds and
White mountains of raw
I debo clowns in dialects
That violate the law (yeah)
I speak Indian dope and Bolivian coke
Speak fluent Colombian when I'm
Slitting your throat

These dudes will hang themself just
Give 'em the rope
It's fuck YOUR motherfucking LYFE duke
I'll spit on the pope
These dudes trippin' off the shit that
We wrote from years ago
And now we even iller than before
(Motherfucker)