[Verse 1: Jakki Da Motamouth]
I’m glad niggas hate when I'm masked in the place
Get you mad when I fondle your bitch’s ass in your face
Glad that you fake ‘cause you look silly when I apply
White-out to your gluteus, son, your ass is erased
Cut out, retarded kid, I'm gonna battle with friends
Son evolved, then I'll smack him if he asks me again
Slightly tired and grim. To rhyme like me, you need
To ask your god permission to be higher than him
Yo, these words you spit ain’t ripping me, chief
Hit the road like you trying to stick your dick in the street
Kick in your teeth, you can’t bite, you suckling corn, your ugly
Mom got a dick, now how the fuck was you born?
I eat pussy, so you I know I'm gonna go through
I'm looking at your bitch, wondеring how the fuck she chose you
I'm making cakе, and you're the main ingredient
Yeah, I heard your tape. So what are you? A stand-up comedian?
I lie too much, I'm such a disgrace
I’ll tell niggas they’re dope just to get ‘em out my face, I'm able
To read stunts, and I'm eyeing your freak. She been faithful
For three months, and she dying to cheat
Listen to this cat, he way up in space. Nigga, you wack
You need to get the fuck up out of my face
It's Jakki from the Weathermen crew. You know?
The one who all your niggas say is better than you
And I'm sitting in this circle with these babbling elves
You’re cypher’s boring. Here, let me battle myself
You niggas getting mopped, kid, I trust you suck
Say I’m weak around your pops, and he'll fuck you up
You're losing your health, losing your belt, hop in your body
Look in the mirror and watch you lose to yourself
Motherfuckers are lunch when I brawl, I'll put you in a headlock
Bite in your cranium and punch ‘til you crawl
I’m glad niggas hate when I'm masked in the place
Get you mad when I fondle your bitch’s ass in your face
Glad that you fake ‘cause you look silly when I apply
White-out to your gluteus, son, your ass is erased
Cut out, retarded kid, I'm gonna battle with friends
Son evolved, then I'll smack him if he asks me again
Slightly tired and grim. To rhyme like me, you need
To ask your god permission to be higher than him
Yo, these words you spit ain’t ripping me, chief
Hit the road like you trying to stick your dick in the street
Kick in your teeth, you can’t bite, you suckling corn, your ugly
Mom got a dick, now how the fuck was you born?
I eat pussy, so you I know I'm gonna go through
I'm looking at your bitch, wondеring how the fuck she chose you
I'm making cakе, and you're the main ingredient
Yeah, I heard your tape. So what are you? A stand-up comedian?
I lie too much, I'm such a disgrace
I’ll tell niggas they’re dope just to get ‘em out my face, I'm able
To read stunts, and I'm eyeing your freak. She been faithful
For three months, and she dying to cheat
Listen to this cat, he way up in space. Nigga, you wack
You need to get the fuck up out of my face
It's Jakki from the Weathermen crew. You know?
The one who all your niggas say is better than you
And I'm sitting in this circle with these babbling elves
You’re cypher’s boring. Here, let me battle myself
You niggas getting mopped, kid, I trust you suck
Say I’m weak around your pops, and he'll fuck you up
You're losing your health, losing your belt, hop in your body
Look in the mirror and watch you lose to yourself
Motherfuckers are lunch when I brawl, I'll put you in a headlock
Bite in your cranium and punch ‘til you crawl
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