Ross Banter - Who Is Slim Jesus? lyrics

[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**ting, on, Your, Christmas Sweater, (“fu*k!”) 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** 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** Compliance! I'm All Into Defiance!! I Got a License to k** 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** Silence! f** 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 Pissed Mad Now sh** Dun, Gone bad Aww Man, f** This! Hit That! Cause, Now I'm piss 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 pissed 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**, Your Troupe, And Your Subgroup f**, You Up More, Before You Recoup And regroup Ain't Nuthin Personal, like I'm Uncle Snoop Then, I put this sh** on Loop Like, Lex, does, on Fruity Loops Nincompoop 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 k** someone like “bang bang"