WENDIGO, CHRIST DILLINGER, Teenage Disaster - GANGSTA TYPE SONG lyrics

Yo this isn’t the beat I picked homie
(Yo just like, rock with it, rock
With it for a minute, just rock)
Um, yeah I mean, I guess, I can record on it
Hold on
(yeah just try give it a try, give it a try)
I’m gonna open up my notepad real quick
(yeah, alright, ready? Alright, DXRTY MERV)
I high-key thought the beat would
Just start here but it’s
Is that a fucking cartoon bonk sound effect?
(Dude just shut the fuck up
Make the song dude)
Yo, who fucking made this?
Alright that’s, that’s fine, alright, yeah

Fuckin' these hoes and countin' these 50’s
Scream at the cops like
Bitch come and get me
I’m in the streets and I
Dance in the alleyway
I’ma run up on yo' block
'cause you hella gay

Yo was the, was the gay thing not cool?
(yeah, that’s, that’s
Chill on that a little bit)
I’m sorry (yeah, it’s fine)
No I, here’s this, how about this

Pistol packin', dick I’m jackin'
All yo' bitches fuckin' slackin'
Cop car crashing, 'cause I shot it
Bitch I’m hard, I do narcotics
Bitch gimme top in the back of the trap house
Call me Stuart Little stacking cheese
Like a damn mouse
I am based, you are cringe, feel my wrath
From within i am hungry, eat din-din
Don’t like monkey? That’s a sin

Yeah dude I don’t, I don't
Know about this song, like
I’m not really feeling it
(Dude just, just do inner trap
Inner rap man)
I, yeah, alright, just fuckin', yeah
Alright
(You don’t even have to speak english, just
Don’t even speak english just go, go for it)

Literal Gibberish

This just fuckin' sucks
(Wait, what do you mean?)
I’m done, like, I’m good, I’ll see you later
(Wait you paid like $250 for this?
You paid like $250 for this?)
No dude I just, I just don’t, I don’t know
I wish I had more experience with
Like, like felonies and like
Crippling drug addictions
And just like slingin' rocks, wait um
I don’t know
Yo, uh, Dillinger, you wanna hop on this?
Yeah wassup nigga, nah I mean
Yeah I’m definitely tryna
Hop on this shit but I’m fresh off parole
I better consult my lawyer first
Phone dialling followed by phone ringing
Hi, you have reached Christ
Dillinger's lawyer’s office
How can I help you? Dillinger talking
Well uh, uh, yeah nah, I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t recommend
You doing this but, yeah I don’t know
The prosecution gonna
Have a hay day with this one, but then again
If you go to court, I’m
Getting paid, so actually
You should definitely do this shit!

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
And I dealt with the feds
Now give me immunity
I’m still selling rocks like
I fuck the community
I’m throwin' the xannies in the
Purse with the adderall step into my office
It’s right in this bathroom stall
Taking my products might lead to an overdose
Skeezing the dope and then
Going through comatose
Speaking of drug dealing
You know I do the most
Hoe always bitching, I turn her into a ghost
I just typed in 83hades
I got myself money but I’m always angry
I don’t like white people
And neither should you
And I be beefin' with all of the jews
I’m selling cocaine and some
Crack on my Snapchat right there on my lap
That’s where I keep the mac at
I’m blowing on just like hockey
I’m fuckin' on bitches and sippin' on Sake
I’m taking the life of a nigga that cross me
I’m sellin' these drugs to these kids
They can’t stop me

Yeah nigga
Yeah I'm finna beat the case nigga
Lawyer on deck nigga, his
Name is Abram nigga, he Jewish
That nigga’s name is Abram Silverstein nigga
I’m finna get off!

Alright so
This is recorded after Christ Dillinger’s
Part, um, a couple months later uh
He actually got arrested for the
Stuff he said in
That song, he’s currently serving life um
His last request is that I
Actually spit some bars at the
End of this song um, ayy

Rocky Balboa, I’m throwin' these punches
I’m at your school and
I’m stealin' yo' lunches
I got a strap but I ran out of bullets
Your hair is stupid, look like a mullet
Yeah, M, I, L, F, certified big breasts
(This bitch is like 40 years old, I
Don’t know, it’s kinda fuckin' weird
If I’m be honest)
Got so many bars they call me rap aholic
They said Teenage you can’t rap
I said that’s pretty accurate
Free Dillinger, we miss you
Wish you didn’t break the law
Shouldn’t have fuckin' done that

Spider Gang, I, I guess
Minus, minus one, minus one from Spider Gang
It's Christ Dillinger, 'cause he
Ah, this is fuckin' stupid