Lyrics:
The funkier I be
The funkier I get, oh shit
Lickety split on the lyric
A new jack in the pulpit
Watch it deacon, your track is leakin'
What is this you're
The funkier I be
The funkier I get, oh shit
Lickety split on the lyric
A new jack in the pulpit
Watch it deacon, your track is leakin'
What is this you're
the old friend
He'll look on no more
Jacks-In-The-Pulpit
Bones in the sky
Long winding rivers
That never ran dry
And the secrets she gathered
friend he'll look on no more
Jacks-in-the-Pulpit, bones in the sky
Long winding rivers that never ran dry
And the secrets she gathered from
Late night, no luck, time for knitting
Gonna relax with girl's night in
Never gonna stop
Jack in the box
Jack, Jack, Jack in the box
Jack, Jack
got skin as thin as a tomato
Always watch my little red back
Call for Jack the Minder
Jack the Joiner, Jack the Thief
One day, I'll jack it in
I'll go
don't know what's in store
Your love doesn't mean Jack (Jack, Jack, Jack)
Your love doesn't mean Jack (Jack, Jack, Jack)
Your love doesn't mean Jack
planting's taking root now
The cure for the pain, rests deep in the pain, so feel it now let it go
Had purp in a lung; had Jack in a vein I was tripping
Now I
it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Uh
I don seen a lotta things from
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in
Jack Blade was born to pure evil
His mother was liar and his father was a stealer
Grew up in the slums as the apocalypse raged
And his friends were
Then you can see how love will bloom
Joy - it's in the dictionary
See "J" Billy Jack Bitch
Do you ever really cry? (Do you ever really cry Billy
got
Jack Murphy
Ayo we got
Jack Murphy
Jack Murphy
Are you sure G
Are you sure G
I'm in desperate need for some mellow vibes my G
Okay okay you all now
to do his thing
He spun around in the pulpit
Flashin' a diamond ring
He didn't teach me a dad gone thing
But how to sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Who's the fool with the cross-eyed stare,
The turned up nose and moronic glare?
Who's that simpleton standing over there?
Jack, Jack the Idiot
Jack, Jack, Jack Uccide, Jack Uccide
Jack, Jack, Jack Uccide, Jack Uccide
Ho un esercito di folli con me
E nessuno ha paura perchè tutti sanno
dugs.
There are flies in her eyes.
There's a lump on her rump
Big enough to be a hump-
JACK
But-
JACK'S MOTHER
Son,
We've no time to sit and dither,
the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me man
Do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, oh
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
acid
jack
jack
jack
jack
jack
jack
jack
jack
in nothing
in nothing
jack
jack
jack
at the pulpit wit' a
.38 for perverted. Apparently
They can run in, shoot up the churches
So I figure fuck it, full metal jacket
Reverse it, lurkin', gotta make
Jack's crows are loud in the morning
They're critical of other birds
Farmers don't appreciate 'em
Though they don't say it in so many words
to the fullest
And don't get in my way punk ass, not a Buddhist
[Chorus: b-Real and Sen Dog]
Jack me and you'll never go back
Jack me and I'll jack you back
of piss and vinegar
they'll choke on your defiance
Speak in tongues without a sound
We're not here to fuck around
Pulpit's damned but so's the crowd
Burn
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