Lyrics:
we be passing
I stay at Mean Green like I’m Joe I stay gassing
I’m named after Christ and you’re missing your passion
Post that thirst trap with that
shimmy.
Rock it out.
Pick it up.
Jack? Jack's jacket?
Uh huh.
Slippety slappety slippety slappety slippety.
Well here we go again.
Well I remember my 1st
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
Trigger Happy Jack
You're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off
before you go
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
And after awhile he calms
a dick or three
See, the algorithm's keepin' you lost and now you're caught
In an echo chamber of your own thoughts
Let me talk while I can and speak
1st off fuk ya bitch n the click u claim
G.M.M.G
Whole lotta Wolfs n the gang
I sink my fangs in u goofys trying left off my chain
Hit ur roofy like
But you promised to protect her
But you went and fled when the
Dead went to get her government were coming
Now they're backing in retreat
Now you're
no more challenges
In less than 2 years
You're back
(Man afor tell you, if you don't know)
Why now?
Why Jump into a fish bowl that's
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord
A dirty broad
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
"Oh my god, Jackson, If you're from Africa why are you white?
I fucking love your accent, I swear to god you're just my type"
I'd say "keep on typing
smacks (Smacks)
Jump up and down and you're calling me jack (Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack)
No time to chill take it to the max
Up in the sky call me
spencer and get "denace the menace"
What this meant is I'll dent his head in
And set him up next to his dead friend, so yes man
I'm guessing that you can
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Cardi B
raped by Harvey
So you can't test in me
You can have my damn recipe
That blasts a fag this simple
My nine millimeter pistol
Jack be nimble
Jack
Had to take the trip down south with it
Skeletons come alive
Skeletons come alive
Had to take the trip down south with it
Down south
But you're dead
Wherever you're going
All by yourself
You'll get there all too soon
You'll learn to sweat
Or bolt the moon, you goon
At least, you should
Beats being dead
ma'am, god damn, look out Sam
It's a gone dead train rumblin' down this track
They got your neck in the noose, you're hands are tied up in back
Workin'
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from
Coming to America, Johnny Dangerous
Flex mic stainless to spit at close ranges
Who these strangers in the mirror?
Objects may be nearer
Dead see life
kindling dreams, and never get the friendship
Or else by the time the stress wears out we'll both be dead and friendless
He'd already put Joe and Jeramiha six feet under.
They were drunk as the skunks, they were on their way back from the saloon. They passed Steve
ain't some you'll stop
Better than ever
I pop till I drop
My dough nuts feel like J Dilla
Back from the dead Michael Jackson "Thriller"
Came back for some
their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)
I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in
Clubs get their
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