[Intro]
(Drop a old school beat)
"The original Jackin' For Beats: Ice Cube"
"Jackin' For Beats 2: Sticky Fingaz"
"Jackin' For Beats 3: (Straight jackin') Violent J (Brother) of ICP"
"What?"
[Verse 1 (Hypnotize by The Notorious B.I.G.)]
Get chopped, wakin' the dead master
I'll twist your head backwards off instinct, then my hatchet sink
In your back. Say a prayers, my Detroit players
I'll be sick juggalos, stickin' dick in the nose
We bust you better than you do if we choose to
If we use your beat, [?] we'll lose too
It's a who's who of whose own flow we brush new
Soon everyone will be crushed, so we in no rush to
[Verse 2 (A Milli by Lil Wayne)]
"Hatchet!"
"Duke is doin' it." (Straight jackin')
A killionaire ninja bustin' 9 milli's in the air
Fuckin' with these painted killer clowns, juggalos
I dare you, get near, don't even breathe our air. We hear you
There would disappear you clear the area we share, bitch
You best beware, 'cause we'll tear right through your vest, don't spare you
So you'll be left, you embarrassed, now with scars, and don't compare us
'Cause they only hearin' us and trust you rusted homie glarin' is a must
Your shit's phat without the phat, millions of fans ("Hated that!")
Only fresh when you fade to black. That track was dope, you made it wack
Reverse platinum, gave 'em back that plaque. They came to take it back
(Drop a old school beat)
"The original Jackin' For Beats: Ice Cube"
"Jackin' For Beats 2: Sticky Fingaz"
"Jackin' For Beats 3: (Straight jackin') Violent J (Brother) of ICP"
"What?"
[Verse 1 (Hypnotize by The Notorious B.I.G.)]
Get chopped, wakin' the dead master
I'll twist your head backwards off instinct, then my hatchet sink
In your back. Say a prayers, my Detroit players
I'll be sick juggalos, stickin' dick in the nose
We bust you better than you do if we choose to
If we use your beat, [?] we'll lose too
It's a who's who of whose own flow we brush new
Soon everyone will be crushed, so we in no rush to
[Verse 2 (A Milli by Lil Wayne)]
"Hatchet!"
"Duke is doin' it." (Straight jackin')
A killionaire ninja bustin' 9 milli's in the air
Fuckin' with these painted killer clowns, juggalos
I dare you, get near, don't even breathe our air. We hear you
There would disappear you clear the area we share, bitch
You best beware, 'cause we'll tear right through your vest, don't spare you
So you'll be left, you embarrassed, now with scars, and don't compare us
'Cause they only hearin' us and trust you rusted homie glarin' is a must
Your shit's phat without the phat, millions of fans ("Hated that!")
Only fresh when you fade to black. That track was dope, you made it wack
Reverse platinum, gave 'em back that plaque. They came to take it back
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