ZXN XF ZVM lyrics

[Chorus: J.K. The Reaper]
Killa killa killa, I'm the f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Still yelling "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us

[Verse: J.K. The Reaper]
b*tch I think I'm Based God, hoes on my di*k 'cause I look like Oprah
f*ck a name, gang FANG sharper than a cobra
Chilling on my sofa, watching Beavis and Butthead
These underground rappers don't get enough cred, f*ck it
We might as well come up and rape the industry
No matter your opinion, you're gonna remember me
Making history
f*cking up the whole facade of these rap n*ggas that's so soft
But swearing they so hard, It's so odd
I'm f*cking up these n*ggas future
Ask Drake what his favorite color is, fuchsia
f*cking faggot fairy-tales f*cking up the minds of the ignorant
See it on TV and they surely get into it
I'm more interested in that Triple Six Mafia
Riding in the Chevy bumping Lord Infamous
"Now I'm high, really high", first verses of this sh*t, b*tch
But that's something you wouldn't get

[Chorus: J.K. The Reaper]
Killa killa killa, I'm the f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Still yelling "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us, yeah
Killa killa killa, I'm the f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Tell 'em "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us
[Outro: J.K. The Reaper & Lord Infamous]
f*ck is my lighter?
f*ck
sh*t, oh
Hoes, I f*cking wrote this sh*t
On my sh*t man, f*ck
f*ckin', f*ckin', ah, oh f*ck
sh*t, um, oh yeah n*gga
You already know man, shout out to SpaceGhostPurrp n*gga
f*cking FANG my n*gga
You already know, it's J.K. The Rapper in this b*tch man
Blackland Radio sixty-six point six b*tch
n*gga
Crop, drop
The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
Because that-