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[Chorus: J.K. The Reaper]
Killa killa killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders
These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup
Still yelling "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us

[Verse: J.K. The Reaper]
Bitch I think I'm Based God, hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Oprah
Fuck a name, gang FANG sharper than a cobra
Chilling on my sofa, watching Beavis and Butthead
These underground rappers don't get enough cred, fuck it
We might as well come up and rape the industry
No matter your opinion, you're gonna remember me
Making history
Fucking up the whole facade of these rap niggas that's so soft
But swearing they so hard, It's so odd
I'm fucking up these niggas future
Ask Drake what his favorite color is, fuchsia
Fucking faggot fairy-tales fucking 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 shit, bitch
But that's something you wouldn't get

[Chorus: J.K. The Reaper]
Killa killa killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders
These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup
Still yelling "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us, yeah
Killa killa killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders
These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup
Tell 'em "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us

[Outro: J.K. The Reaper & Lord Infamous]
Fuck is my lighter?
Fuck
Shit, oh
Hoes, I fucking wrote this shit
On my shit man, fuck
Fuckin', fuckin', ah, oh fuck
Shit, um, oh yeah nigga
You already know man, shout out to SpaceGhostPurrp nigga
Fucking FANG my nigga
You already know, it's J.K. The Rapper in this bitch man
Blackland Radio sixty-six point six bitch
Nigga
Crop, drop
The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
Because that-