Lyrics BONG! - Gorilla Twins, Ill Bill, Nems

BONG!

Smack blood and skull fragments outcha face
Clap snubs at your mother’s casket walking out of her wake
BONG!
Young pesci
Fucko, come test me
Fake your suicide the same way they hung Epstein
My bitch bad
Look like she just came out of a wet dream
Punch you in your face, make your head scream
Infraread beams
We get cream
Overdosed then stamp the baggie with the dead fiend
Coked up, like the '86 mets team
Howie sold heroin & cocaine fishscale (facts)
And even tho he’s dead his name it still ring bells
It’s all gravy
All gucci
Fuck Guiliani
Tuck the uzi on me
Getting toppy from suzy probably
Ayo lemme get a loosie ahki
Bitches gimme brain
Super sloopy
Posted with the luger like who could stop me?
(who could stop me?)
Hollow tips will bruise your body (brat)
My connect speak Yugoslavi
Break them bricks in half like he knew karate
You thought your shooter shot me
But i shot your shooter
And used his body as a human pinata at Cuchi’s party
Right in the middle of Coney Island wilin'
Holdin the 9
It’s the grimiest rhymer
My diamonds shining
It’s blinding
I’m in O’Dwyer gardens
Baggin' up coke
From the brick
Loading the 5th
Lightning up that coconut piff
Only a hoe nigga dies over a bitch
I’ll skull fuck that gunther until she choke on my dick
These dudes rap about the shit that i live
Never came out the crib
I son rappers
Duke you came out my rib (right here)
Rearrange all your jibs
You’ll collide with the floor
I’ll stop your fucking cheekbone
Out the side of your jaw
Amongst the weed smoke clouds and white mountains of raw
I debo clowns in dialects that violate the law (yeah)
I speak indian dope and bolivian coke
Speak fluent colombian when i’m slitting your throat
These dudes will hang themself just give 'em the rope
It’s fuck your motherfucking lyfe duke i’ll spit on the pope
These dudes trippin' off the shit that we wrote from years ago
And now we even iller than before (motherfucker)