Snowgoons ft. Apathy, Celph Titled, Antihelden - Jesus Gun Lyrics

Move out the motha fuckin' way
Real Godzillas comin' through
Celph Titled and Apathy
Bustin' German Lugers with Antihelden
Snowgoons got them crack cookies, man
DGZ, AOTP - The only letters in the
Fuckin' alphabet you need to know
Let's get it!

Anti – Ich schlachte live einen Weißkopfadler
Mit mehr Promille als ein Treibstofflager
(SirQlate)
Nix Beef – ich schick' dir eine Thaibox Kata
Und sag's wie Nutten mit Herpes:
"Ich hab' keinen Kopf dafür"
Du bist politisch wie
Schreibblockaden oder Batiktaschen
Ich bastel' Molotovcocktails
Aus Ardbegflaschen
Bei Whistleblower hör' ich dich
Von Flowrider reden
Doch es geht um Einräum'n von Rechten
Wie in Thor Steinar Läden
Ich seh' obligatorisch verlogene
Chronisch devote Snitches
Wie oben ohne Bitches bei
Drogenbaronen – Rapszene
Harter Stoff in Lines
Den Kids Scheiß andreh'n
Klingt paradox wie in Sitzstreik
Zu geh'n – Anti

My gun is like a cheating husband, ring off
You bet on your horse then
My cheetah runs it, he's off
If I ever get married I'm
Outlawing the in law
She cooking every night and I'm
Breaking the bitch's jaw
These AK rounds cut through bricks
I sold you a brick of cut
So dick what's up?
Experiment with guns name the project shoot
And leave you pussies leaking
Like a project roof
You the opposite of truth
And it's obvious you
Work a janitor job you left a mop in a booth
Army of the Godz and
Official pistol spray you
Lead chunks turn you dead fucks
To schnitzel and space you

We coming through bringing it to anybody
Bringing the ruckus like
Some mad mutherfuckers
Not new to this, true to this no other way
Cause we the same cats from back in the day
We coming through bringing it to anybody
Bringing the ruckus like
Some mad mutherfuckers
Yo, it gets no realer than this kid
Only the real can relate

Das Wichtigste zuerst: Hör' ich noch
Einmal "Swag" und "YOLO"
Ist dein Trauerfeierbild dein
Letztes Pressefoto
Mach nicht auf Walter White
Chemogott mit 'nem Morgenzeitungnebenjob
Erst Straßenmetaphorik dann
Borderline Emorock
Antihelden sprechen Nostalgiker an
Und Skeptiker werden zu Nichtschwimmern
Sie halten den Rand
Dein Arsch braucht kein'n Stock
Das ist nicht Nordic Walking
Bei uns sieht 'n Saufgelage aus
Als wär' es Waterboarding
Deutsche Rapper legen Wert auf
Den Aufbau von Muskeln augenbrauen zupfen
Szeneschwänze aussaugen und lutschen
Zwischen Indieband
Instagram und Banksy Bildern
Machen eure Idole Selfies mit Handyfiltern
– Ihr seid alle Wack!

Mathematician, magician, rapping addiction
My written, half of it's fiction
Precision crafted for spitting
I'm splitting atoms like fission, envision
Wrath I'm inflicting, it's sickening
Half of these vixens is pigeons
After the whips and the chips
And acting like chickens
Who tricking, trapping, and tripping
So listen, Ap is the missing
Chapter: the master edition, envision
Crack in the kitchen that's mixed
With battery acid that's
Drippin', I'm droppin' a droplet
A toxic concoction, a composition
The fact or it's fiction
I'm givin' crackers a whippin'
Relax 'em like a Craftmatic
Adjustable mattress position
I rap with precision
Iraqis on radical missions
Eradicate the irrational rations last
In the distance
Give ya forty lashes, lacerate ya ligaments
When Ap'll display the raps
It activates the ignorance
Decapitate an innocent virgin
Squirming for freedom
I bleed em out and beat 'em
Chop their body up and eat 'em

You pull any of your crazy shit with us
You flash your piece out on the lanes
I'll take it away from you
And stick it up your
Ass and pull the fuckin' trigger
Until it goes, click, click

Right now
We coming through bringing it to anybody
Bringing the ruckus like
Some mad mutherfuckers
Not new to this, true to this no other way
Cause we the same cats from back in the day
We coming through bringing it to anybody
Bringing the ruckus like
Some mad mutherfuckers
Yo, it gets no realer than this kid
Only the real can relate