Lyrics:
Mike Jack Thriller (still)
I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (talk to 'em)
I would never land of the side of foul niggas
Where I'm from
the black crow for a sullied white dove
And shook hands with the devil for an ounce of his blood
In the city of the lost, where nobody has a home
With a lone
bros ride home or you lose
And at Halloween, we turn into
A white ghost too soon, yeah
God ain't never made no
Motherfuckers crazy as the-
White boys,
home
He tried to tell her she was the Avon lady
Who just happened by
And she was selling some new perfume
That she wanted his wife to try
If
in the bubble I'm balling in a tough spot
I'm vegan, so beef I handle very discreet
My half white side is deep a nigga still from the streets
They
Jack Frost
Don't fuck with us, you lost
Beat icy, Jack Frost
Drippin' water, Voss
Drippin' ice
What's the cost? (Ayy)
Bars so holy like a bible
For the young, inexperienced, not-to-bright Quayle to refer to the revered former President so casually as "Jack" was not appropriate. Comparing himself
President (Georgia) Bush
When you see them Confederate flags
You know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that
Probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna
and white and
Andy says something to you
Jack Johnson straddling Reno, Nevada like
She says "I forget myself sometimes too"
Out past the doorways
fight
I get the bag go run it up
mobile home rich they aint fucking with us
city to city I'm in a rush
still in a single wide y'all stay tuff
so white
trynna snap me them ass cheeks
Let me keep it classy looking for a bone no lassy yeah
Catch thotties not bodies, schmurda dance in the pussy like Bobby.
to fight back cause the new jack black macks
Ain't did shit about that, whack, jackin'
And I'm packin'
'Cause I'm down for the bank I'm stackin'
And in
blew back
In my face
Looking threw the window pane
At my past
I'm a laugh
I'm a failure
I'm a fucken waste of breath
But I'm fueled by the anger
white not black
There ain't no dragon
On the union jack!
Early years on chepstow road
Was like army training
Running up and down
The stairs non stop til
only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is
from The Proclamation
My Ireland wonders if it's a sovereign people
Still under the shadow of a steeple?
My Ireland constantly asks:
'Was it for this?'
The man who honor rescued
Since the day he was born
And it runs him like a plantation
Like a plantation Jack?
Like a plantation Bob
For never has
and university, as men we could now go
We’re finally endowed the right to run for state office
Or secure a new white-collar job down at the corner office
So white
niggas old enough
Riding pole for the next nigga thats blowing up
Ya mans been rapping for years but still aint show him love
Ya only jack whoever lit yea
at the river by the Nile (by the Ni)
I know you remember the titans (‘member)
You know we got the touch
Like we work for Midas (it’s true)
Like my cookie with
and then she smiled
Now a young black man
In a white man's world
Got to go back home
With a white man's girl
We loved each other, frick the color of our
I'm just messing with ya'll
Yeah, Coby White
Woah-oh
Shoutout UNC, Shoutout Bulls
Yeah
Why am I looking so fly?
Dressed to impress, you're
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
F- you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love
blew, never turned back
Turned forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole,
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