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letra de who is slim jesus? - ross banter

[hook] ducking from the feds
chasing that long bread
what more could you expect?
before i get got
i got to confess

[verse 1]
slim jesus slim jesus
oh, christ, baby jesus
i rip you to pieces, for no reasons
i’m the redeemer of hip-hop and trap
i got baby gats i bought at baby gap
i got my new snapback!
oh no! you, ain’t have, that
wearing, white t’s
i just came back from drinking yo moamma’s milk
waving, my, gap guns at the:
mirror, mirror
mommy, mommy, look at me
i’m, the new pace setter
a trendsetter
sh-tting, on, your, christmas sweater, (“f-ck!”)
i, still, don’t got, one, or, two, to, give, (“hah!”)
slim’s outfits from inside a baby, dresser
his vest’s a baby bib, for his baby crib
playing with baby gats and baby bats
shopping at, baby gap
your baby’s back
i’m ribbin! and bibbin!, yo body, like mike!
all these f-ck mc’s have me feelin- a bit jittery
wide open, lane
i’m, dunking, on these, hoes, like kobe
when the iso’s free
i’m coming out the game wild shooting
bang bang bang.. blast blast blast
bang bang bang.. blast blast blast
pew! pew! pew!
run them cats through
zoom zoom zoom
pew! pew! pew! blast! blast! blast!
[hook] (2x)

[verse 2]
“aye!, slim jesus, what’s up?”
“you forming an alliance?”
what!? f-ck compliance!
i’m all into defiance!!
i got a license to kill
police sirens is my music
i’m into fake diamonds
and a lack of guidance
my only dad, was an electronic appliance
man! i love riots!
f-ck silence! f-ck diets!
thinking, of a shorter life span
than afghan in pakistan
cause, ain’t nothing but
bloodshed, and, cash, in my hand
if, i had a choice
my life would be, better than
my imprisoned dad
no-dad, had a dad buried dad
backtrack when everyone was too cool
to be hanging around, their comrade
now, i’m, no man, a nomad, too bad
when you left back door, with your notepad:
one duffle bag, and no kisses
now, you’s back, at, your, other, pad
now all, my, life, i dissed dad, and
i’m p-ssed mad now sh-t dun, gone bad
aww man, f-ck this! hit that!
cause, now i’m p-ss sad
all i do, is, dat
staying at my, grandma’s pad
you know where i’m at, agh

[hook] (2x)

[verse 3]
i’m p-ssed off and i’m fed up
i’m cooped up! got my, bed up
waking up every, morning with pockets tight
every morning, i had to fight
f-ck, your troupe, and your subgroup
f-ck, you up more, before you recoup and regroup
ain’t nuthin personal, like i’m uncle snoop
then, i put this sh-t on loop
like, lex, does, on fruity loops
nincomp–p
i turn a cat into, lentil soup!
ain’t, wanna be, poor no more!
so, i hollered at, some p-o’s
asked them to shoot me
so i could have a roof under me
all i heard was:
bang bang bang.. blast blast blast
bang bang bang.. blast blast blast
pew! pew! pew!
run them cats through
zoom zoom zoom
pew! pew! pew! bang! bang! bang!

[hook] (2x)

[outro]
i kill someone like “bang bang”

- ross banter

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