J.K. The Reaper - Industry Nazis lyrics

[Intro: J.K. The Reaper] n***as always asking f**ing questions I told them straight like this They could s** my dick Roll it up [Verse 1: J.K. The Reaper] Yo yo f** the illuminate Industry Nazi That's why these logos all on my body I'll never sell my soul My flow too cold they'll k** me probably I raise hell in my casket Find an angel b**h to come back with Not a thug n***a Not a drug dealer Just a young n***a trying to change the game But the people didn't listen I got pissed off n***a vexed out Bout to bust a vein f** a name on that raw sh** f** anything that you offering I do this sh** for my offspring That ain't born yet to get off me American history exflo I'm hitler in his prime Not literally but I'm k**ing them just the same with every line Craziest sh** be on my mind So I spit that k**er sh** Ask a d**h ho if she heard me I'm getting baptized In the blood of the baddest virgins in the world I know it's hurting That's the sacrifice n***as ain't half as nice and just stay working The rap game got murdered And I'm the grim reaper In the black robe with black vans on I dare anything that you speaking rest in peace [Hook: J.K The Rapper] Two strikes to the side on that FANG sh** Two middle fingers to these rappers cuz they ain't sh** Industry nazi yelling f** the rap game b**h Industry nazi yelling f** the rap game It's a holocaust for these rappers(x4) It's a holocaust for these n***as It's a holocaust for these b**hes It's a holocaust for these rappers k**ing them all I think I'm hitler [Verse 2: J.K. The Reaper] Yo yo f** the illuminate Industry nazi That's why these logos all on my body I couldn't sell my soul For a piece of gold Materialistic rapper showing off It's kinda getting old Like bad b**hes Mad bottoms Big chains Expensive clothes Got a record deal Had one hit Yo sh** flop Now yo car gone Yo b**h gone Yo fans gone You home alone With the lights out It's kinda dark out Look out yo window You'll see my people and they talking bout The reaper gon' get ya The reaper gon' get ya The reaper The reaper gon' get ya The reaper gon' get ya Better lock yo doors I'm coming for dead rappers And any n***a that disses I'm turning yo booth into a casket ba*tard [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Chea] S be [?] click b**h I roll up and she hit it I put her on cloud 9 times To now she wanna quit it Now she want me to hit it f**ing name Be my f**ing game Middle finger to the n***as that be judging me Cuz they don't feel my f**ing pain I swear n***a I'm zombie A hundred n***as right behind me I'm hitler's new hitman Yeah I'm the industry nazi Big shout out to nasi G [?] We the bestest Pulling out that smith and wesson Ya'll flintstone's And we the jetson's [Verse 4: MTown] f**ing and gain F-A-N-G That's the sh** that I bang FANG life To the great life You copy and sh** But your sh** ain't the same Stealing sh** I'm Tommy Vercetti f** that I'm just from the gelly An angel of d**h I'm the doctor b**h And yo soilders a patient I'm dropping sh** f**ing around with your b**hes and sh** You late to find out that your b**h is a b**h And she buried alive Now yo b**h in a ditch Come to our house to replenish the dick Get mad at my homies is watching ya Approach you with SS's and swatchka's You mad that I done took yo fans And they are all now German officers [Hook]