Lemmy JPEGMAFIA

[Intro]
Yeah, hip-hop
Hip-
Hip-hop
Hip-hop, uh

[Verse]
Uh, only want to hit it raw
I got the slickest flows, sickest hoes, sickest cars
JPEG bringing the violence to your town hall
Kicking in the door with the newly plated chrome
And I shoot at the cops
I don't give a fuck about the opps
Twelve suck my dick, bitch, get my kicks
All that lip service, you gon' get what you wish for
Now watch me take another rockstar out the picture
Yes, it's the sister, lemme kill mister
Aiming at your warden, I bet I won't miss her
Stumble over that body like I'm piss drunk Lemmy
Your face is not a hand and my knuckles tired of fist bumps
If I don't bill ya, then I'd kill ya
So I'm coming at your head with every single piece of Nazi memorabilia, you got
Bitch I am 2Pac, another perfect day to catch an iron fist
You never try to call an ace of spades
You old bitch ass white bread, cracker jack, nigga
You got guns, I got guns, let's see who guns is bigger
I shoot you run, you shoot I bomb on you nigga
Nagasaki, let your fucking ugly cousins watch me get that sloppy toppy from your momma, sister, daughter, anybody
Cut somebody? Thinkin' I wanna sample your discography?
Nigga, please, the fuck you think this is? '83?
Like you didn't steal rock, jazz, blues in '53?
Techno, disco, soul, country, and R&B?
Can we please have it back, along with all those fucking G's?
Rock & roll hall of fame, filled with fucking culture thieves?
Now you wanna shit on the rap game? Bitch, please
Shut your fucking mouth, Ian
Keep being a culture vulture like a good European
I'ma cremate your life, put the urn on my damn porch and smoke Your fucking ashes out the page of the Torah, okay? Okay