J4Y IS BACK Lyrics

For my next trick

I'm gonna fucking kill myself

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

Jay is back, back, back

What the fuck is up with the rap game

We got Drake touching little teens like he's that age

Out of his mind like Kurt CoBain with the Gat Gauge

But shit, so am I, so what the fucka does that say

Rampage on the rap page, I'm a spaz cray

Damn Jay, slow the damn pace with the raps

Ay, I slap dames on the face like it was a smack day

Fags same what you all think, that you're damn safe

Nope, Jacob's back with the rad rage flows

Jack the Ripper, of rap, I'm a stab a ho

Attack the pad with an axe swang low

Splat your blood all over the dang floor

A-hole but my main goal's not to make dough

But to fame, yo, killing every lame foe with a page woah

Make no mistakes when it comes down to the spray of flows

Uh, I wanna fuck Ice Spice, Billie too

Until they can't write rhymes, their big ol' boobs

I wanna bite, bite, bite, like Tuco said

It's probably tight, tight, tight, cooking up in the lab

Call me white, white, white, looking back on my past

I should've died, died, died, but yet I'm still here

I'm alive, live, live, better than ever before

Back so hi, hi, hi, giving you flashbacks

of Slim Shady, late 80s, brain dead like Jim Brady

Rape ladies at night like Rich Ramey

Jay crazy, heads like an M-80

Hey Kattie, how have you been, baby

Do you miss me? Cause I don't, I just miss the way you licked D

Getting frisky off the whiskey, giving you cream like Krispy (from the)

956 where the night lights flick like Freddy

Yeah, you won't survive five nights, bitch, from the rhymes

I spit, youll get your life sliced quick

Tearing up these rappers like a bite-sized Kit Kat

I'm just waiting to blow up like Riff Raff

And be on top of the game like a rift

The god of this universe like I'm Rick Sanchez

Yeah, have you mortified I'm super gore with rhymes

I lure the minds with words that I pour and write

I'm hard to come across like the borderline

But yet, I wanna be noticed just like a porno wife

Time to get the swords and knife, get your organs diced

Like some orange rinds what a morbid mind

When you line, it's a boring like

But when I do it, it's like a euphoric high

Let me slow it down for the retards

I don't talk the language, I speak bars

Never had a weak heart, I scheme dark

I'm Dr. Dre, and the beat is DeBarnes

My rhymes are rougher than tree bark

If you don't agree, bitch, I'll make you bleed parts

Get you weak, start cutting your meat until you pee

Shart, weep,fart, I'm blunted like a weed spark

Yo, I'm about to get a crackin

From San Juan all the way to Aspen

Robbing your fan base, guess I'm on my batshit

Hatchet in hand like if I was Dahmer slashing

Manson dancing in the back while I rap this

Having everybody moving like a U-Haul

Two balls that I got, so hurry up and tuah you all can

Suck my dick till you spew cough

Too raw in the booth like I'm Juice, Pac,

Biggie, and Big L mixed with U-God

I'll pew shots at anybody that says I can't puke

Jots Snoop Dogg, cause I'm smoking y'all with the number 2 log

Sending you all to H-E, double hockey sticks

Who is rocking with me? I'll off the competish

Leave them rotten stiff, keep their noggins as a trophy

People hoping I fall off an OD

I'll cheers to that like I'm Obie

I'm a motherfucking dick, Moby

Sick flowing, shit starter, shit's going

My way, so shut the fuck up, quit moaning

Bitch choking, dick's growing

As big as the Eiffel, mind's despiteful

Killing everybody in the game like Michael

Don't need a rifle, I pack a knife fool

I'm the shit, my new rap name is Night stool

Everybody wants a piece of me

Everybody wants me to leave the scene

Why the fuck do you think I'm so meany mean

But you get what you wish for like a genie peace.