Lyrics:
Your batter bitter buy some better butter bitch
Betty bopper bopping on my magic johnson better get her bruh
Yo' jack and seem then pop your pill
Me
kisses his wife and vows to
Return home with pay
Makes a promise to his boy
And off he goes ridin' away
They arm and go board the train
Danger's steaming
You get kicked out my class
If ya make one mistake!
(heeeeeey) g-unit radio!
Real niggas! (real niggas) Jack boys! (Jack
Boy) Dope dealers! (yeeah)
OK,
tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop
His witness
We're not religious
But in Truth we really live this
So, Listen here
To our story with the swiftness
Jaron Johnson's verse
Let the rocks
nigga, all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house, when I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time,
Jack Boy he wanted that Tokyo
Yeah Jack Boy wanted that Tokyo
But Jack got no compass
Jack got no home
And went through all those schemes and bars
take that chance, roll the dice, broken hearts, broken homes
You're not from here, you won't know what it's like
Jack's as cold as ice, he's lost his
of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch
A ghoul at night, I roll like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
She was born in Honolulu.
She was raised by the O–hi–o.
Her life was full of vile explosion . . . ever so.
She looked to god and posed a question:
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands
Tania had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
Always had the bitches on their backs
Jack told Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, he's got several
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
to a steak barbecue behind his
$25, 000 home in a tree-lined subdivision
About to begin a weekend with his
Well-fed, well-clothed family
Is going to trade what
Johnson's just a fucking twat
Head up his arse cos he thinks it's a hat
Covid will wave goodbye
In March then April then June then July
Mr Raab your chicken
Let's dance! Uh
(Yes ma'am
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight.
Where we going?
I'll
innocent women, cut off their scalps and bring em home!
Then I move on to the next because this killa will not stop
Until he finally gets his wish by
find
Over 50 restaurants owned
By 50 black women i didn't say minority
And I didn't say women of color
So after you burn down your
Own home what do you
of 'maica at the age of ten
Landed at the dot airport, comin' out of may pen
Raised by his grandmama, until his real mama
Could send for the youth,
did gain his view
The dear old riverside
And the home he loved in boyhood days
In the Valley of Kilbride
A comrade he lay wounded
Lay dying
time I headlined
They begged for me
Last time I had no whip I bought 3
Now it's gold bottles flooded to the feet
Roc Boy
Ciroc Boy
Now in Ramada Boy
By
home
He's Issachar now hear him roar
When he's lost his temper find the door
It's almost always good to see him,
He's one damn fine human being
Jack
n****'s stomping in my chucks
See I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her c***
And I put her in her
was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Yeah, Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he
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