Lyrics:
the middle path, middle class life, the boy on the edge of a sharp fokken knife
(Make way for Jack Parow) Who's got the last laugh
(Make way for Jack Parow)
to the party too (yeah)
Bitch don't even try me, you're looking tough (ha)
I'm on that greasy, I'm on that cheap trick
Got that ACDC up in the speakers
Rock
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you're
I'm just the opener, no one came to see me
Singing all my songs and nobody know em
I'm just the opener, handing out my CDs
Standing by the table if
shit to make you dance
And what you get is the best damn thing
To happen to this country since the moon landing
Since Tommy got dubbed by Eli Manning
life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead
You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
We gon' get it, we gon' get It Eat Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit
They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, smashing up
Two jacks
goes it's cos he had a square bum.
Well I'm telling you, that's not absolutely true
He was told to sit there by his teacher.
Jack's crime was this, he
Damn, I'm an instant classic
Throwing out hits comes to me automatic
Damn, I'm an instant classic
Me and Jack's beat melting shit like it's plastic
jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right now,
Master Jack
You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them look
arms locked with a suave buccaneer
Jack's breaking heart could be heard 'cross the south
All the way down to Atlanta
Fueled by a rage he struck them
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken
This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!
This was the land that he worked by hand
The was the dream of an upright man
This was
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
I got a little bit of hope
Like a soap on a rope
Sweeter than sour
Gettin' thinner by the hour
Fallin' fast and I'm runnin' out of gas
Master Jack
You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them
Minor, Quirk たいでん
Always stay on trend like a Tik Tok Dance
Recognised by Pros, that's what's on, son
I'm electrifying, man, call me Dwayne Johnson
Czekałem długo by znowu razem nieść treść
Więc nie pytaj czemu biorę za to kesz
Dziś wiem czego chce chociaż wciąż mi się śni
Że miałem ADHD
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