Lyrics:
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
thoties jack sons way faster than Galactus
C'mon man now who gone raise these bastards
I should dropout and come back when I'm 30
Maybe then they won't
fades
Its who you are until you're dead
No ain't that a kick upside the head
(Instrumental)
Now I Know about Poire and poirtier
Can't get higher than
And the dead opps?
Well we got rid of em'
Hit a opp in the neck now he bleedin'
My bullets be shootin' backwards
Smokin' runtz in the backwood
Shot him by
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Ayo be the quote
Talking to them folks hanging by his throat
I was missing Ps with my nigga smoke
Turn a nigga beef into sloppy joe
By any means you
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
reaction.
If you can do the Bart, you're bad like Michael Jackson.
Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Oh, yeah!
Shake your body, turn it out if you
Rollins
You're a punk Phil Collins
Fuck Peter Hollens and Jack Frags
Action Bronson's rappin' nonsense
Elon Musk's an actual nonce
He interrupted Andy
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
They only pay attention to you when You're dead
I'm just glad I got attention before I Was gone
I been feeling like the dead i hear it All alone
down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior-faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my
to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
He's the police nigga, talkin' bout some murders
Why the fuck y'all keep on trolling
I sent a band just to get him
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
wild
Prince Ital Joe, yes, me well versatile
Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile
Deh pon di bitch weh mek di gangsta smile, cah
An' wild,
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