Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jackin' Foe Beats, artist - Violent J. Date of issue: 30.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jackin' Foe Beats |
| «The original Jackin' For Beats: Ice Cube» |
| «Jackin' For Beats 2: Sticky Fingaz» |
| «Jackin' For Beats 3: (Straight jackin') Violent J (Brother) of ICP» |
| «What?» |
| Get chopped, wakin' the dead master |
| I’ll twist your head backwards off instinct, then my hatchet sink |
| In your back. |
| Say a prayers, my Detroit players |
| I’ll be sick juggalos, stickin' dick in the nose |
| We brush you better than you do if we choose to |
| If we use your beat eschew will lose too |
| It’s a who’s who of whose own flow we brush new |
| Soon everyone will be crushed, so we in no rush to |
| «Hatchet!» |
| «Duke is doin' it.» |
| (Straight jackin') |
| ninja bustin' 9 milli’s in the air |
| Fuckin' with these painted killer clowns, juggalos |
| I dare you, get in here, don’t even breathe our air. |
| We hear you |
| There would disappear you clear the area we share, bitch |
| You best beware, 'cause we’ll tear right through your vest, don’t spare you |
| So you’ll be left, you embarrassed, now and don’t compare us |
| 'Cause they only hearin' us and trust you whilst it homie glarin' is a must |
| Your shit’s phat without the phat, millions of fans («Hated that!») |
| Only fresh when you fade to black. |
| That track was dope, you made it wack |
| Reverse platinum, gave 'em back that plaque. |
| They came to take it back |
| «I took your fuckin' music, and I ain’t pay to use it» |
| (Straight jackin') |
| (I'm admitted doin' shit deep down in the graveyard) |
| Your beat wasn’t shit 'til I stoled it (That's right) |
| Why the fuck would you even let me hold it? |
| (Hold it) |
| Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Milk dud) |
| Let my nuts hit your tonsils and throat blood (That's right) |
| Your beat wasn’t shit 'til I stoled it (Ha ha) |
| What you did with this beat was some bullshit (Ha ha) |
| Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Oh yeah) |
| Diss me, they’ll be slippin' on your spilled blood (Alright) |
| Hey you, bitch boy, is you dreamin'? |
| (Is you dreamin'?) |
| Open up your lips, guzzle my semen (My semen) |
| Sue me, bitch. |
| Get in line. |
| (Get in line) |
| I don’t care; |
| I’m broke. |
| That’s fine |
| (Straight jackin') |
| «Hatchet!» |
| I’m the King of Pop, 'cause I pop ninjas like a wheelie |
| Pay for this you hope. |
| Nope! |
| Your beat is dope, I steal it. |
| Feel me ninjas? |
| I pay for nothin'! |
| Nut in your whole belly button |
| Tell me somethin': why the fuck we yellin'? |
| For nothin' |
| I pluck your shit. |
| Sue me. |
| So what? |
| You nothin' to me |
| Heard you be booty stuffin' right up your doodie muffin |
| Your shit be extra roomy, blew out your fruity butt in sluttin' |
| Ruined your poop chute, it’s through with shuttin' |
| This is now Violent J’s new shit |
| And none of y’all about to do shit. |
| Check it |
| Take your fresh beat and rework it |
| And insane clown wicked here to merk it |
| Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA |
| Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA |
| Took your fresh beat, made it my shit |
| Start a wicked-ass juggalo mosh pit |
| Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA |
| Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA |
| «Yeah, even if you’re down with my crew» |
| (Yeah) «These mother fuckers need to know» |
| «Ain't no wicked shit like this Detroit wicked wicketshit» |
| Six six five, hella live |
| Liftin' this is a felony crime from the UP down I-75 |
| Enemies die. |
| E and J with the heavenly vibe |
| An Esham classic, I’ma snatch it, try to match it |
| 'Cause it truly is that bad-ass shit |
| These mother fuckin' big stars in charge |
| Pluckin' shit from the underground, dippin' hard |
| Now we rippin' your shit off, livin' large |
| Straight trippin', makin' your shit ours |
| And your shit was weak until I freaked it |
| Now it’s got a whole new light |
| Weak until I freaked it (Freaked it) |
| Suddenly the groove feels right |
| I took your shit and lit it up |
| Now it’s tight and shinin' bright |
| I took your shit and lit it up |
| Hit me if you wanna fight |
| «We can thump. |
| I’ll ice that damn jaw» |
| «Yo. |
| ICP. |
| Let’s do this. |
| Ha ha ha!» |
| Alright, stop (Brother!) You never liked this track? |
| It’s mine now, mother fucker. |
| The shit phat |
| Rob’s my boy. |
| You diss his rappin' |
| Fifteen times, bitch boy. |
| Platinum |
| He fucked Madonna, or she fucked him |
| Well you fucked her jackin' off, pretend |
| 58,000,000 chillin' in the bank |
| Let’s see what you got: blank |
| «Family! |
| Family! |
| Family! |
| Family! |
| Family! |
| Family! |
| Family!» |