Lyrics:
got that live spark
Philly lit, smoker's jacket on
Son of a capricorn, my dads a don
What you think that he spawned?
A slacker? Nah a packer? Nah
My
robbers
In the bando with them choppers
I'ma G like the Green Bay Packers
Young Takeoff, call me NASA
Fuck with my money
That chopper gon' stretch you
Out
rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in
off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher, four packer
Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya!
(Nico) This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I'm about
off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher, four packer
Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya!
(Nico) This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I'm about
A B C D E F G H I gotta' gal wears her toenails long.
Drives a red Barracuda, singin' meat packer songs
And she ain't from Kalamazoo.
A B C D E
a warrant with the sack, the police tried to make a tackle (tackle)
Green Bay with the green, vacuum seal it, I'm a Packer (Green Bay)
Just because you rap
the worlds rarest fudge packer
Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride
Murder go round the dead body clown
Put
down at the ugh,
Garage we got a casement of fudge
We need as many packers as we can get
Duh, ugh, Sacks
Hello?
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got
sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high
crackers
I'll put a couple g's on yer head, like you play for the packers
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it
Split your skull send you to the meat packer
You silly little punk
You know I'm about to thump you
You silly little punk
You know I'm about to thump
they won't roll by
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our packers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread
We're going to unpack our troubles
on yer head like you play for the Packers
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got
and tag team
She gon' leave all the drama for the actors
And we gon' leave all them games for the Packers
No secrets, no missing chapters
And we always
down at the ugh,
Garage we got a casement of fudge
We need as many packers as we can get
Duh, ugh, Sacks
Hello?
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got
Packer
All white Challenger, saltine cracker
Free all of my niggas doin' more than three calendars
Pigs snatched me up Smacked me up cause I ain't
an onion, tryna get a blocker
Take off like a rocket, mm
Take off like a rocket, mm
I don't do much, I just stack it on up
Tell the packers, "All love",
What can I say to you?
Butter engines packer swallow piston in you shatter inches bell
Blood or glass eruption it embarrassed of the seven druids
blazers and green bowl packers
If Mary Jane is in the house then I'm gon' mack her
(high lights, high lights)
This is dedicated to everybody in the world
She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet
Dying for me to packer, as she stroked my helmet
And I was thinking these girls was saints
But it
like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er
On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker
Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me
[Verse 1 - David Banner]
The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker
The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka
rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in
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