Jon Connor - Mr. December 12th lyrics

Call me old fashion but I still believe in snapping

Turn the booth to the bathroom, shitting on every beef fucker

Whoever said … I keep coming back every week

Killing them weak… I don’t just, punch lines

I’m moving they ass convincingly, officially, tell me who next

To get x professor X niggers can’t fuck with me mentally

My brain is hetero, heaven knows I have been through hell before

Y’all seeing a star without having to use a telescope

Hella dope, like I show my bare ass and they crash,

Somewhere drop on a crash course, with fame hope we got airbag

… told me kill them, I can’t let them live, I can’t accept it

But hopefully have the will to end it the movie…left there in the field

I don’t gotta do no extra shit, just let me shit, fuck the world with a heavy dick

Hot shit, fuck punch lines, this is the … pit

Fans love me cause I often, I drop shit

I take it personal when it seem we the lower the bus

So far that’s been…can make you a star

I know it ain’t nobody stopping me, but some of you nigger still acting

Like y’all don’t wanna acknowledge me like damn, how good you gotta be

Good thing I don’t give a fuck ...to accept this

Just stay on my job and don’t need a reference

I’m just restless … push me to the point

That I’ma show off the work with a loaded weapon

Pistol to the … tempo ready to let go at any second

Go against me, it would not work

How can you say it’s not my time

When every week I’m on your last like clockwork

Timeless, they wonder if the clock work

Thought you was gonna do damage bringing that knife to this fight

But you got shot first, they keep trying to figure out what’s going on in his head

You niggers wrong and the song and the seconds

Gonna look like dawn of the dead

Fuckers don’t make it to killing charge the niggers an arm and a leg

To niggers that wanna see me eating out of … bread, fuck them

Feel like I’m robbing … while they think I’m digging my own grave

Till I hit they ass with a shovel,

I … to loose it, every track I black out like blowing fuses

My music hit them so hard I apologize for the bruises

I didn’t mean so hard, but you probably shouldn’t remain calm

Cause every line I drop is a napalm bomb

And I’ma make it so, any time somebody mention me

They gonna say he was one of the best in history, Connor.