GANGSTA TYPE SONG TEENAGEx DILLINGER (feat. CHRIST DILLINGER & Wendigo)

Yo, this isn't the beat I picked, homie
(Yeah, just like- just like rock with it for a minute, just rock)
I mean, like, yeah, I guess (Yeah), I can record on it
(Yeah, just- give it a try, give it a try) Hold on, um
I'm gonna open up a notepad real quick
(Yeah, alright, ready? Alright)
I- uh, I high-key thought the beat would just start here
(No, no) But it's-
Is that a fucking cartoon bonk sound effect?
(Dude, shut the fuck up, make the song, dude)
Yo, who fucking made this?
Alright, that's- that's fine, alright, yeah

Fuckin' these hoes and countin' these 50's
Scream at the cops, like bitch come and get me
I'm in the streets, shootin' duds in the alleyway
I'mma run up on your block 'cause you hella gay

Yo, was the- was the gay thing not cool?
(Yeah, that's- that's- chill on that a little bit)
I'm sorry (Yeah, it's fine, just-)
No, I- here's this, how about this

Pistol packing, dick I'm jackin'
All yo' bitches fuckin' slackin'
Cop car crashing 'cause I shot it
Bitch I'm hard and I do narcotics
Bitch gimme top in the back of the trap house
Call me Stuart Little, stacking cheese like a damn mouse
I am based, you are cringe
Feel my wrath from within
I am hungry, eat din-din
Don't like monkey? That's a sin

Yeah, dude, I don't- I don't know about this song, (Dude, just, w-)
Like, I'm not really feeling it (Just- just do inner- inner trap)
I- (Inner rap-man) yeah, alright
(You don't even have to speak English) Just fuckin'-
(Just- just don't even speak English) Yeah, alright
(Just go, go for it)

This just fucking sucks (Wait, what do you mean?)
I'm done, like I'm good
(You paid like- you 2-) Yeah, I'll see you later, dude
(Like $250 for this, you paid like $250 for this)
No, dude, I just- I just don't- I don't know, I-
I wish I had more experience with like-
Like felonies and crippling drug addictions
And just, like, slinging rocks
But, um, I don't know
Yo, uh, Dillinger, you wanna hop on this?
Yeah, wassup, nigga?
Nah, I mean, I'll- yeah, I'm definitely tryna hop on this shit
But I'm fresh of parole, I better consult my lawyer first
Hi, you have reached Christ Dillinger's lawyer's office
How can I help you?
Well, uh- uh, yeah, nah, I- I wouldn't-
I wouldn't recommend you doing this, but, yeah, I don't know
The prosecution gonna have a hay-day with this one
But then again, if you go to court, I'm getting paid
So actually, you should definitely do this shit

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Made a deal with the feds, so they'll give me immunity
I'm still selling rocks like I fuck the community
I'm still on the Xanax, the perks, and the Adderall
Step into my office, it's right in this bathroom stall
Taking my products may lead to an overdose
Skeezing the dope and then going through comatose
Speaking of drug dealing, you know I do the most
Old ladies bitch and I turn her into a ghost
I'll haunt you too if I just typed in 83hades
I got myself money but I'm always angry
I don't like white people and neither should you
And I be beefin' with all of the Jews
I'm selling cocaine and some crack on my Snapchat
Right there on my lap, that's where I keep the mac at
I'm blowing on dubs and iced out just like hockey
I'm fucking on bitches and sippin' on Sake
I'm taking the life of a nigga that cross me
I'm selling these drugs to these kids, they can't stop me

Yeah, nigga, yeah, I'm finna beat the case, nigga
Lawyer on deck, nigga, his name is Abram, nigga, he Jewish
That nigga's name is Abram Silverstein, nigga, I'm finna get off

Alright so, this-
This is recorded after, uh, Christ Dillinger's part
Um, a couple months later
Uh, he actually got arrested for the stuff he said in that song
He's currently serving life, um
His last request is that I actually spit some bars
At the end of this song, um, ayy

Rocky Balboa, I'm throwin' these punches
I'm at your school and I'm stealin' yo' lunches
I got a strap but I ran out of bullets
Your hair is stupid, look like a mullet, yuh
M.I.L.F., certified big breasts
This bitch is like 40 years old (I don't know)
It's kind of fucking weird if I'm being honest
Got so much bars, they call me rap-aholic
They said, "Teenage, you can't rap," I said, "That's pretty accurate"
(Yuh) Free Dillinger, we miss you
Wish you didn't break the law, shouldn't have fuckin' done that

Spider Gang, I- I guess
Minus- minus one, minus one from Spider Gang
It's Christ Dillinger 'cause he-
God, this is fuckin' stupid