​dr jesus (rule of thumb) lyrics

God damn, I got that-

[Intro: ilysm]
Listen, I'm not tryna di*k ride
I’m not a di*k rider
I'm just like being honest, okay listen listen

[Verse 1: ilysm]
Shout out to Kill Bill, buddy put me on
It's undying love til I die, I can’t lie
A little rule of thumb: be kind even if they are your sons
I'm infamous, you second son, so crying at the set sun
Oh, Ill will for ily, really it's silly
I mean I fight dirty, kick you 20 times on the Achilles'
Pull out the cover on a pus*y, and go, "sheeh, look, it's Killie[?]"
I write like Lil Wayne if he ain't ever touch a milly
I'm moving like Majin ma, keep me out of your camera
Man my music phenomenal, your music just nominal
You lacking the fair, unlеss we talking fairly good
Even that's a stretch, likе both your hands towards my wood, boy
Keep your hands up, this some sh*t I couldn’t pass up
I pass out, the weed sent me up, let me your hand out
Brodie taking hand outs, just know that ily wouldn’t
Not even if I tried dawg, I really couldn't

[Verse 2: sor uh]
I hop on the mic like I’m off the gabapentin[?], yeah
This one for all my dogs that can linger on a sentence
f*ck a pension
Give me a couple gold blocks and watch this
I'm the scariest sub, I tend to fold tops and crop di*ks
Don't ever try to hit me up in my DMs, yeah
I'll likely give you BM if you ain’t really about the clique
We really with this sh*ts
I'm really for the art, you really for the clicks
You move so sh*t, you ain't a son
Just looking for some boot to lick
See me an ily a problem for most successors
Every year's a new wave and we always coming out better
You hoping for some shine, me and ily control the weather
If we have too many suns it's a style that we should sever, huh
Like give me the loot, give me the loot
You getting looted huh
All your tracks go dummy hard when they muted, huh
Join that chat and shape of Italy, b*tch, get booted, huh
Like why you got all of them features ELO boosted, huh?
[Verse 3: dis]
Put dis on a track
Best streams are gonna be trending up
Standing within range my blade, It's gon' get you cut
Producers playing all their favorite beats when I'm in the cut
Rappers think they hard but they can't even get it up (Boing)
Put a few dollars in the dirt then watch you dig it up
No amount of dope in your pack can get you lit as us
LimeWire exclusive, we going to fight you if you interrupt
Try and talk fully bro, this is not a dub
Why you acting wild in my crib? This is not a club
We were friends from before, but, we up in the future now
I got a few racks but, I dream about the future thousand
Invest in my future house, to raise up my future child
Try come at dis, bro that's futile
Saying what you said, dawg, that's juvenile
Detection might just suit you well
Difference between you and them
Who can tell you close to me, don't do it as well
Try to make a move and you fell

[Verse 4: KONG]
The shroomed out, fun guy, low class, alumni
Dripping like muddy out the pool, by the sun dry
Since his service, a tattered shirt and undone tie
Make Cas nervous with middle fingers for the one time
A grimy dance and flick some boogie in the face, b*tch
Want to try these hands? I'm about to beef, we get them 8-6
Got your mans to watch your hubby get a face lift
Talk is crazy but it pays rent
He pull out the Insta like he airin' that scaredy cat
sh*t n*ggas eating on, can't get Fanum tax
Not impressed with it, did a lot of five, five and extra sh*t
You shot a gun it's 2024, Jesus
Ahead of my class
A devil in Letterman jackets
Find out a patchy sim
Working the magic
And my man caught on that flash
I reckon the massive wins
He dippin and diving
Just to avoid dabs
And whippin his ass again
Aye yo, just run my reparations
And I promise I won't crash this whip

[Verse 5: creepysusie]
Strafe with the pole on
Dim and slim gone hit it, but it won't do no harm
Ass looking skinny but I don't do low card
Tommy Hill belt holding up the Goyard
Used to be playing manhunt in the backyard
Whole time, I was a woman, ain't that hard
Ain't that far from the grave, when the mass are
Prohibition price, but I get the pack half off
Me and [?] seven in the shorts spell
Ever since I work through f*cking horns from the Ors Welles
We just spittin pure hell, ever since you wore Pampers
Black Ops in the bottoms of my War dentures
Yo, I deleted all your verses
I guess you could say that I left them speechless
I let the beat hit as soon as the weed hit
And never deceive sh*t, I speak clean as the beam hit
[Verse 6: zombAe]
My flow cold, guarantee that everyone go listen
And I don't care if I go gold, my soul is still goin glisten
They going to say go go
When it's time for you to do the spinning
But no show when you end up in that f*cking prison
It's a matter of fact that I don't crash out with cash[?]
You know I'm still from the future
I'll send you back to the past
You'll end up straight in the sewer[?], you could have left with a rack
And like you race from the sewer
I know you hang with some rats
I live where the bugs do
I stay where the corpse lay
I will eat you alive and I'll do it all in poor taste
I sit where the rust goes, I'm a f*cking ingrate
Walking parasite, I get it right under your skin
I'm trying to get pretty, but this sh*t could get ugly
Feel like J. Cole how I f*cking kill your little buddy
You like J. Cole you come out like b*tch, and you running
Switch game with two drums
This ain't Donkey Kong Country, yuh