Jah, Jah, Jah (ha, ha) See me, can't jungle (sniff) You can't, see
1] It's the revenge of your She catch attention and the shit She got your tensions to the brim That bitch than the screws in my new gun and shit So take your mula, pop medulla, get to and shit Wifing the bitch, mistakes brigade out of they mamas Doing her braids, living with mama for the of the days Ain't seen the space, shit, a Dracula Fucking all the homies, bet her feel spectacular She gon' in these shades and buy a thousand dollar lipstick Ever had a thousand dollar dick kiss? I did, hi kids that she swallowed Head no brain, go insane, but she gon' stunt In letterman, in my letterman, in my letterman
See, pass the jungle, or...nah
2] You see my raps, subordinate portraits of flow and gin [?] More than an orphan [?] [?] block detergent, for common purpose They notice that I was soaking in Running the motion, was not a notion Hoping Lexis open for fucking Fuck it I'm ducking, and jumping off to New I'm wheeling, dealing, Pop pill and I'm feeling like
Ah, fuck your feelings, nigga Uh uh, aye, jah jah jah close to your head All you dead, uh Haha, we don't play that Basically, you a g, basic bitch, haha Ha-ha, Shit dutty, No doubt, so dutty, dutty Uh-huh, nigga's peaked, uh, haha Rest in peace to mama, with the drummer, ha I a llama, ha, teacher, yuh