Lyrics:
I got a friend named Ramblin’ Jack
He’s got a face like a tumbled down shack
That’s been lived in too long to be torn down
He’s high on life
Mary friends now enemies
Heard the train scream no use running
Now Old Jack's coming now Old Jack's coming now
Old Jack Henry fed by fury
Slit her throat
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
many hard miles,
With a bandit's heart his thoughts ran wild.
But remember, Black Jack, there's a price to pay,
You dance with the Devil, he'll have his
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
In Ireland, a tale is told,
Of a man named Jack, who was shrewd and bold.
He tricked the Devil, who sought his soul to claim,
And by his wit, won
carry you down to the sea
Ramblin' Jack had a woman he loved, but the woman didn't love Jack back
She took his smile. She took his child. She took
to be free? I found the path
Peeps up in my labo' keep trying to collabo
But then the devil creeps out of my shadow
Lookin' like a black crow painted by
the devil's still down in Georgia
And I still got Ramblin' on my mind
pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably oughta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately into
Well I was born in 1965
That was a hell of a good time to be alive
Except that by the age of ten
The music had turned crap again
Now people say they
She's waiting for the jack of hearts
The devil's dancing on the part[?]
Well my friend let's have another round
Alright
From the hill I see
I used to hide in the weeds
Every time my best friend's momma drove by
To see Frankie wasn't hanging with the likes of me
I was a broken boy, I
sí?
We could go to the coast of panama
(Look), by the sea
I guess I’m ramblin' on, my b
I need some sandals on my feet
I need to get away but can’t
The demons were planning on having a party one night.
They got beer, Jack Daniels, and pretzels,
there was red wine, some white.
They were celebratin
you thank I'm living
Make a living
Then you could probably
Make some millions
You too bothered
By come up and the recognition
Jack yo plate, out yo face
They got me walking the plank they call me Jack Sparrow
Serial killer in the hood they call me Rory O
They got me walking the plank they call me Jack
You lie to me i dont know why Girl
And im supoose to jack the fact That you be my girl
Your not an angel you a devil in Diguise girl
I was too blind
You lie to me i dont know why Girl
And im supoose to jack the fact That you be my girl
Your not an angel you a devil in Diguise girl
I was too blind
Nah nah nah, fuck that!
Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's shittin on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your
(Drew Womack/Jack Blade/Vinx)
You could say I never liked the square life
You could blame it on my circle of friends
It's just been me, Jack D.,
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
This ain't a single baby this a heater
I need my money longer than a meter
I'm hotta' than the devil in the freezer
I'm cookin' up some potent crack
momma got fed
And now a nigga living with a dread (a dread)
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (the
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