Lyrics:
ain't gray skull, and you ain't rippin' jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your toolie
(Bring it to me!)
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop
lose
I'm finna spazz on em
do the dash on em
i go bad on em
michael jack on em
do do the dash on em
im finna spazz on em
this called spazz mode
i'm
easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick she like hold up
Next
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
("Bring it to me!")
We can go rhyme for rhyme
It's another one by the Duke and Dutchess
It is time for the ladies to get low
Are you ready
Turn around let me look at it
Do the jack rabbit
On her
my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standing still
my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standing still
me? They all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
let me see them hands
Throw them all the way up
Like I'm DJ Khaled, put 'em all the way up
Make a west side, throw it all the way up
They looking
at a freestyle
Meanwhile I'm manufactured by Profile
Mel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftly
They can't touch you and they can't get with me
I'm the King with
motherfuckin' mind, bitch, do some damage
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give
motherfuckin' mind, bitch, do some damage
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give
of cash for a little love
All they want to do is take you down to the mall
Floss a little bit and get a t-shirt that say, "Miss Snoop Dogg"
I don't see
godliness
And gets acknowledged by everyone, even agnostics
These niggas nondescript, lacking swag and they lacking features
While I'm back in the back
with D.you., now she wants to do me
Ooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they
about typing or doing no diss (no, I don't)
Don't be fooled by the shit they do in their vid's
Harvey Nicks, I'm doing a quid
Probably wear that shit
One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all
It goes watch out!
Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin'
While other's go wit' the flow
I ain't never been the one to follow trend
I do my own bit, can't keep up with the Joneses
I'm on my own shit, I don't
before me
But I get a little nauseous when they dissing the new
They they don't like the new style, they they don't like what they do
So on the one hand,
because we
Don't know any of those people
Personally at best
They will offer bewildered
Cautious respect if
We give them coke followed quickly
By a polite
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