Kill Dyll & Pranav.wav - JFK
[Intro: Kill Dyll]
(Agh!) Say goodnight, 'cause this .45 tucked (Ayy)
Aim down sight, I’ma drain that blood (Ayy, yeah)
I'ma donate brains to your car headrest
JFK, you don't need no vest (Bitch!)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Ayy, yeah)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Agh) (Ayy)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Ayy, yeah)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Y-y-y-yeah) (Ayy, yeah) (Bitch!)
[Verse 1: Kill Dyll]
Givin’ a motherfucker what they need, not what they want
They need to shut the fuck up, so their teeth is what I stomp
Watch him s-s-stutter when I changin' up my tone
Dyll is the be-header if you try to take my thronе
Overthrow the lames, so now I'm at whеre I belong
He's blessed, he's fuckin' breathing, but he's not blessed very long
Fuck you, your facade is showing like it's a bomb
I’m blowing up like the Taliban, tally up all my arms
I’m constantly under-fire, I'm wired to kill ’em all
You fuckers are petty liars, I'm purging 'em 'til I’m gone (Agh)
[Verse 2: Pranav.wav]
You got a big ass forehead
Fuck yo' feelings, I'm morbid
Runnin' my church, no Mormon
Tie him to the car and floor it
Kill a whole man and move on
Sippin' that tea, that oolong
Hate little kid, like Kumon
Hole in yo' head, don't move wrong
Hollow through his head, if he talk about some goofy shit
Lay him down with lead ho, in a hooligan
Who again? I'm the nigga that would go and shoot again
Find where you stay, burn your crib, make you move again
I don't got no hobbies, I prefer a little homicide (Yeah)
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger, pick out who to die (Yeah)
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide? (Yeah)
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I (Yeah)
Obviously probably a motherfuckin' prodigy (Yeah, ayy)
Hold the gun solemnly, keep yo' apology (Ayy, yeah)
Skin him to death and then watchin' his body bleed (Yeah, ayy)
Killing that boy for a want and not just the need (What? Ayy)
When you with me, make sure you talkin' properly (Yeah, ayy)
You are not human to me, you my property (What? Fuck)
Been a whole God so nobody is stoppin' me (Yeah, ayy)
Pastor Pranav or at least call me Father P (Ayy, yeah)
Kick from the K, got my wrist feelin' sore (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
I got hollow after hollow, leave that boy on the floor (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)
I'm a Kool Aid man through the wall or a door (Fuck, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Put the knife to his head, 'til he dead, kill the whore
[Outro: Pranav.wav]
I don't got no hobbies, I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger, pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide?
Point the trigger to myself, and try to figure who am I?
I got no soul, I am slowly dying
Talk about smoke, but you always just typing
Sharpen my nails as long as we're filing
Walk when I talking, bitch, I'm always smiling
(Agh!) Say goodnight, 'cause this .45 tucked (Ayy)
Aim down sight, I’ma drain that blood (Ayy, yeah)
I'ma donate brains to your car headrest
JFK, you don't need no vest (Bitch!)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Ayy, yeah)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Agh) (Ayy)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Ayy, yeah)
Fuck you and your sympathy (Ayy, yeah)
I just wanna die in peace (Y-y-y-yeah) (Ayy, yeah) (Bitch!)
[Verse 1: Kill Dyll]
Givin’ a motherfucker what they need, not what they want
They need to shut the fuck up, so their teeth is what I stomp
Watch him s-s-stutter when I changin' up my tone
Dyll is the be-header if you try to take my thronе
Overthrow the lames, so now I'm at whеre I belong
He's blessed, he's fuckin' breathing, but he's not blessed very long
Fuck you, your facade is showing like it's a bomb
I’m blowing up like the Taliban, tally up all my arms
I’m constantly under-fire, I'm wired to kill ’em all
You fuckers are petty liars, I'm purging 'em 'til I’m gone (Agh)
[Verse 2: Pranav.wav]
You got a big ass forehead
Fuck yo' feelings, I'm morbid
Runnin' my church, no Mormon
Tie him to the car and floor it
Kill a whole man and move on
Sippin' that tea, that oolong
Hate little kid, like Kumon
Hole in yo' head, don't move wrong
Hollow through his head, if he talk about some goofy shit
Lay him down with lead ho, in a hooligan
Who again? I'm the nigga that would go and shoot again
Find where you stay, burn your crib, make you move again
I don't got no hobbies, I prefer a little homicide (Yeah)
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger, pick out who to die (Yeah)
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide? (Yeah)
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I (Yeah)
Obviously probably a motherfuckin' prodigy (Yeah, ayy)
Hold the gun solemnly, keep yo' apology (Ayy, yeah)
Skin him to death and then watchin' his body bleed (Yeah, ayy)
Killing that boy for a want and not just the need (What? Ayy)
When you with me, make sure you talkin' properly (Yeah, ayy)
You are not human to me, you my property (What? Fuck)
Been a whole God so nobody is stoppin' me (Yeah, ayy)
Pastor Pranav or at least call me Father P (Ayy, yeah)
Kick from the K, got my wrist feelin' sore (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
I got hollow after hollow, leave that boy on the floor (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)
I'm a Kool Aid man through the wall or a door (Fuck, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Put the knife to his head, 'til he dead, kill the whore
[Outro: Pranav.wav]
I don't got no hobbies, I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger, pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide?
Point the trigger to myself, and try to figure who am I?
I got no soul, I am slowly dying
Talk about smoke, but you always just typing
Sharpen my nails as long as we're filing
Walk when I talking, bitch, I'm always smiling
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