Lyrics:
imagine we just do it
No distractions i'm a guardian of the secret
Bag call me pollock jackson
Yeah hey ey yeah
Getting flashed by the cannons hey hey yeah
backwards (we throw backwards)
If they ain't down to do it, then go ask 'em (go ask 'em)
From Memphis, I shoot just like Joe Jackson (like Joe, shoot)
It's
a different opinion
Up at 3 A.M, jacking off to gay minions
I got an STD from fucking a monkey
Yuh, that bitch do not shower, that pussy smelling funky (ayy)
to moonwalk by the time he was three.
As Kevin grew with talent, Dr. Abe Sacrabin started noticing odd
developments in his physical state.
When Kevin lost his
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
pounds for no reason
Kush by the zip load
Shake for the edibles
Rainwater Basin
Catch water for my vegetables
Whitney Houston Offset
Michael Jackson
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
Well, the church burned down and no one knew
What the Pentecost Baptists was gonna do
The Sunday brimstone got so dadgum hot
It burned up a church
how I does it
That's how I does it nigga
(It's nothing!)
We got your back Fox
Fuck these bullshit niggas
These bullshit bitches
(They GI Joe figgas)
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
jackson
wit no look back, joe jackson
Now i'm strapped in tryna get my stacks up
Throw up the money it fall like Niagara
I was tryna give u space like it's
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
am not lying
I'm the student that never studied but passes In the back of Joe's Caprice, drinking Smoking
And laughin' And I don't know what to do with
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
Which part dek ...
There was one they crucified
Dead man tell no tales
There were some they hung so high
We know the reason why
Caught, and tried, bound
at me and talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike and match and you will know
You're in
he
We run this town, No he isn't Diddy
I feel like tiltlin' the glass
She take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
Call her Mississippi that was
need Benjamins
And my Balmain's
Is dead presidents
Ball like twenty-three
Smoke you like some weed
No you can't compete
You not in my league
I've been
Niggas is not Team Havin'
If you don't got no money you should not be rappin'
The way I'm havin' you would think that i was trappin'
This soap by
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
commissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic
No class, in a suit, cost
I'll try anything three times
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
But there's no company
That can stand to be with me
So my dependency
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
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