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letra de how to kill jonas - bong pongo

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[intro]
yeah, bong f-cking pongo
you know who the f-ck it is

[verse 1]
bong f-cking pongo
got a gun, n-gga (gun, n-gga)
chase yo’ ass around
just for fun, n-gga (fun, n-gga)

shoot you in the ass
‘cuz you dumb n-gga (dumb, n-gga)
watch you flail around
when i’m done, n-gga (done, n-gga)

drank so f-ckin’ much
that i can’t see (can’t see)
clock you in the throat
now you can’t breathe (can’t breathe)

cough a lung up in the pit
‘cuz i smoke tree (i smoke tree)
i’ma kick you in the head
watch yo’ eyes bleed (yo’ eyes bleed)

[chorus]
i’ma hunt me down and
k!ll local celebrities
like the banks
k!ll ’em like a couple kennedy’s
you got her so gripped, man
she pray to effigies
i’ma shiv you at your show and
then i’ll f-ckin’ leave (f-ckin’ leave!)

[verse 2]
i’m a d-mn k!ller, man
no, i ain’t your f-ckin’ fan
no, i ain’t your f-ckin’ friend
i’ma break your f-ckin’ hand

i’ma slam another can
shoot you and your f-ckin’ band
i don’t care if she gets mad
‘cuz, b-tch, you’re barely a man!

[verse 3]
where the f-ck is your charisma, b-tch?
you talking like a sp-ce chimp
but i’m walking like a street pimp
i’ll break your leg in three, b-tch

i’ll break your f-cking dreams, b-tch
i’ma blast you into pieces
don’t need glasses to see b-tch
leave your body in the ditch
[verse 4]
god, this dude’s so f-ckin’ lame
dude don’t even know my name
we met like four or five tinmes
he too focused on his fame, man

man, he focused on his game
man, this n-gga’s f-ckin’ lame
he broke a b-tch’s heart
so i spilled his f-ckin’ brains

sh-t

[bridge]
then i watched ’em f-ckin’ drain
whole crowd wants me f-ckin’ shanked
i drag my nuts across his face
i get f-ckin’ chased
i run and leave the f-ckin’ place

then i watched ’em f-ckin’ drain
whole crowd wants me f-ckin’ shanked
i drag my nuts across his face
i get f-ckin’ chased
i run and leave the f-ckin’ place
finally leave this f-cking state
finally change my f-cking plates
man, doesn’t it feel great?
that n-gga’s dead and i’m to blame

finally leave this f-cking state
finally change my f-cking plates
man, doesn’t it feel great?
that n-gga’s dead and i’m to blame

then i watched ’em f-ckin’ drain
whole crowd wants me f-ckin’ shanked
i drag my nuts across his face
i get f-ckin’ chased
i run and leave the f-ckin’ place

finally leave this f-cking state
finally change my f-cking plates
man, doesn’t it feel great?
that n-gga’s dead and i’m to blame

[outro]

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