Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jackie Shell, Bounty Hunter, artist - Jake PalumboDate of issue: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jackie Shell, Bounty Hunter |
| When I’m walking on the scene |
| Like Akeem The African Dream, mean |
| Fuck your life and sipping lean |
| I been in the hole like I overdosed on Ketamine |
| Then jumped up out with a better scheme |
| Full-steaming ahead and headed to get this team to scream |
| You ain’t agreeing? |
| We ain’t being civil lil' b*****s like Cybil Shepherd |
| We freezing 'em with weapons like Duncan in Double Dribble |
| Brittle plate of vittles, get your body broke |
| Jake Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat |
| Over the ropes, choke, no hope |
| Just toke like a chief does |
| I been dealing with these childish angry underground angry artists |
| So long that I know they need a brief hug |
| And I’m over the emotions and Different Strokes my favorite show |
| So I don’t watch these Re-Runs |
| Watch us leave guns, leave blood in a crisis |
| Leave you lifeless like a pre-cum |
| Got a license for this mean drum, I’m Seagram’s |
| We run this racket like Acolytes |
| Terry Bradshaw, this the sacrifice |
| HOOK — Jake Palumbo |
| This is Rated E for Everyone |
| Wolfenstein 3-D, cheat codes for every gun |
| For every schmuck that say I’m too hard to market |
| I’m Jackie Shell with his eyes on target |
| And if I had a guarantee I wouldn’t go to hell and fry |
| I’d have illegitimate kids & bad people would die |
| Try to hold my liquor, long run thinking bigger |
| Jackie Shell, Bounty Hunter with his finger on the trigger |
| VERSE 2 — Jake Palumbo |
| It’s a stick-figure line between genius and insanity |
| Every day I lose my keys plus my faith in humanity |
| Faceless, Sean Hannity, bar-faced lies |
| Spoiler Alert: Life ain’t fair, Scarface dies |
| I’m a product of the 3rd worst schools in America |
| Where they break into Rite-Aid with butter knives & a Derringer |
| Brutal staff sergeant in Platoon, Tom Berenger |
| I’m 11 years down, can I last another decade |
| In this god-awful oddball occupation |
| I’m obsessed with slinging cock and balls in mid-ovulation |
| Hit my side-chicks raw, wear a condom in the hot tub |
| What kind of sense does that make? |
| My logic is impossible |
| Get high and preach the gospel, Jake The Snake Roberts |
| Never let a lazy artist disrespect my pockets |
| I’m booked too solid, circuit judge got the docket full |
| Why settle for crack? |
| This amphetamine rocket fuel |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |
| VERSE 3 — Ras Kass |
| I’m B.B. King calling out your TV screen |
| Contorted like that bitch from The Ring, the blue scene |
| Lead guitar string gets picked |
| On the chitlins circuit |
| I paid dues till I paid off all debts, but still never get no service |
| My credit score should be 851 |
| Caribou Lou with the 151, go dumb |
| Feeling so numb, I can’t feel my Face-book |
| This bitch sniffing Adderal on my iPad |
| That’s why I hate Brooke, but thanks, Brooke |
| You gave me some life bars |
| It’s just another day at the beach like being a lifeguard |
| Homies pack blammers, so when you feel the burn |
| It won’t B. Sanders |
| Guerillas with bananas, we shoot Tarzans |
| And peel your wig back like George Costanza |
| Call the ambulance or meet up at the rapture |
| Adapt to evolve & conquer tatted on my bicep |
| I’ll probably f*** my country up like Wyclef |