Lyrics JESUS BLOWJOB - Eric North

JESUS BLOWJOB

Aye, look, this my sixth time recording this
But, you know, me and six- Good number, right?
Uh, okay
Uh, I wanna spit, I’ma do it
I need a cigarette
I just poured an eighth in the whiskey, huh
I’m tryna die tonight, this my fifth week, huh
Hustle in my name but I ain’t Nipsey, huh
Come try to stop me, you little pipsqueak, huh
I will end your life on any day of the week
The only reason niggas scream 'cause Anti-Global elite
You on a killstreak?
I end it when your soul obsolete
I’ll leave you begging on your knees with my dick in your teeth
I will rot for days, while I mosh in a grave
Silly bitch giving slop, hitting NOS at a rave
Pulling all on her hair like I’m pulling up shades
Bricks in suran wrap look like lunchables, aye
Dumb people, all of y’all some fucking idiots, B
Don’t even care about your locals, they be hideous, G
Can’t even bump a fucking song without comparing to me
Fuck am I saying?
Delirious to compare you to me
I fucked God in the mouth with my dark ass dick
Made him gag till he resurrected Jesus again
Mary jealous, I guess I’m hitting her pelvic and shit
Buddha hit the crack twice, smeth pipe on my lips