Lyrics:
Little Girl: Are you sick?
Garland Greene: Why do you ask?
Little Girl: You look sick
Garland Greene: I am sick
Little Girl: You take medicine?
punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack
with fire
Jack Blade (Jack Blade)
Jack Blade (Jack Blade)
Jack Blade
Playing with fire
What was Jack betting his mind on you might ask
Well he was passed
and by the glass
You see a Stingy Jack had a desire for drink that no human power could surpass
Then the bartender came with a bill
Satan knew he had old
the gift of gab
to grab the mic, cause I'm sorta like
Vincent Price, but you never been so nice
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice
Kickin ass
front of me because you set me free from all these worldly cares
As we fly by
And my mama she cries that we'll surely die if we keep it up
But she's never
jack
So I'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back
Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station
Needed some boom for the mental relaxation
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be
hand side of the street
You hear piano played by Bessie Greene
Eat country spare ribs from
The chef's cuisine
Two blocks down, turn to the left
RTA ain’t no other way
Lie ain’t never care who tell it
I don’t give a fuck they talking
Those important they respect me
Those who don’t still ain’t
to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Would you kindly tell me, Mister, what time the show begins?"
He moved into the corner, face down like the Jack
're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
and sweaty nights on Greene Street
What is her name
Well I could tell you if I'd
Stopped to ask before we played
And now I haven't got a clue
But anyways
to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me friend what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack
i got this
so for tanya greene i do life
push ya wig back like a cat lick
dead broke in a basement
ramen noodles by the cases
eviction notes in a mail
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
the snakes were all around
Now I'm back in grown and I don't do no favors for a child
You should know it write down like a poet
Yo bitch need a Heisman by
James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,
CINDERELLA's PRINCE
I never thought I'd find perfection...
BOTH
I never thought I would be so happy!
CINDERELLA
Not an unhappy moment since...
JACK & MOTHER
I
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper
to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack
was incarcerated
Like Travis Greene, I'm so glad You waited
And now that we're one I know that we'll never be separated
Mon ami Mon ami
(My friend
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