[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]