Lyrics:
doing what I can man and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing they use your name in
boy yeah yeah that's yo type stay from round me Got it by my side
You ain't never gonna have another me in your life
I gave you all of me, I gave you
to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed
fecal matter no matter my bladder
Is full I'm still pissed and shit on all you ignorant fucked people
Fucking Jason Bourne with agent orange I'll raise
Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week
Get your list together, and pick all your beats
Well time went by and my best friend died
Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend
Father, who art in heaven, whom, noone's like, f a simile
I dream of vanquishing all the man, that gave this agony
And, I dont care, coz, for what they did
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all
bank holy and my defense
Gave me strength Everytime that I'm weakness
I can feel your Glory all around I'm a witness yeah
I'm gon lift your name I'm gon
bitches will bone us
Throw they lips on my Jona
Where all my dirty fingernail tell her right hell
I'm a lay patient to play Jason and when you
punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack
and he moved the family south
To a future full of promise and of doubt.
No one gave them anything. They worked for all they had.
She was just a mom and he
punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper
the body, ruin my name
Meth man left hand Game Boy Advanced
Def Jam's employee of the month now let's dance
All my niggas, let's do it
All my bitches
little Tyler son I love them kids
And I gave them what they want when no one did
3 boys 2 daugthers, I love all my kids
I heard rumors they not mine but
up on the field, like a substitute, man really got called off (Call off)
Niggas wanna take it there, not wise, come like Jason, flesh get tore off
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
Yeah, bitch said it really is
Niggas always talkin' on my name, let's see how real it get
Brodie slidin' with a few jawns, that's bound to hit his
Yeah
Look
They tell us (Uh)
"Vote for your ruler"
Some cracker gave you rights
And now y'all fighting to use them
In turn you fight your brother
of a show
Hello, the name's Ghetto, Justin, Reggie
All the same fellow and I ain't mellow
Niggas trying to break me down, I ain't lego
He said I'm an angry
we do to bitch ass niggas, we ho 'em out
You ain't gotta worry 'bout the score, we gon' blow 'em out
Earl, David, Jason, gotta be Sean
That's
for a month
Nowadays all they talk about is paper chasin'
I'm more like Jason Statham, or when Jason chase 'em
Hockey mask. Machete blade
I'll rock you
and aspiration?
Identities have become corporations,
Social egos and media moulds,
Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
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