Milky, and I’m back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I’ma slow it up and speed it up and now you’re gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn’t make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point that I’m a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I’ll anoint
Your head with oil–lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it boil
Cause I made ’em play it, made ’em say it
made ’em okay it, made ’em obey it—HUH
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul
Here’s what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is–
Chorus:
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!
Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I don’t play that
It ain’t loud enough punk, it ain’t hitting
This year you tried, next year you’re quitting
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
It’s the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don’t bluff
and this is an example of funky stuff
When you wanna make hits, you make ’em like this
They ain’t like this they don’t hit, they miss
It’s a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won’t allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I’m–
Chorus
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
a-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Homegirls in the house, c’mon
Homegirls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People don’t know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While you’re doing your dance I want you to make moves
Don’t run out there ? ? ?
You know my name and my game and what I’m here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to–
Chorus
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
[scratches]
“How Ya Like Me Now?” I’m getting busier
I’m double platinum, I’m watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
Ain’t holding back, behind the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I’ll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me, don’t ask if the show’s on
How that sound? Don’t came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because you’re low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I’m killing emcees
I’m gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
I’m–[scratches]
I’m a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street talker
Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
And you’ve never seen anybody rock the party
All you punks ? ? ? this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don’t you know
Moving my hand like I’m playing the piano
Don’t touch the dial, don’t change the channel
Don’t let me hear you say I ain’t debonair
I’m better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can’t compare
When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, a
I got a woman
She rules my house with an iron fist
I got a woman
She rules my house with an iron fist
She screams out Jack the Ripper
Every time I try to give that girl a kiss
I got a woman
She strikes me down with a fist of lead
I got a woman
She strikes me down with a fist of lead
We bed in a bucket of butcher’s knives
A awake with a hatchet hanging over my head
Well you know the story of the viper
It’s long and lean with poison tooth
Yeah, you know the story of the viper
It’s long and lean with poison tooth
Well they’re hissing under the floorboards
Hanging down in bunches from my roof
I got a woman
She just hollers what she wants from where she is
I got a woman
She just hollers what she wants from where she is
She screams out Jack the Ripper
Every time I try to give that girl a kiss
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If U’re looking 4 somewhere 2 go
Girl, I’ll take U 2 a movie show
We can sit in the back and I’ll jack U off
I can’t give U everything U want
But I can take U 2 a restaurant
And if U’re not hungry, I’ll jack U off
If your man ain’t no good
Come on over 2 my neighborhood
We can jump in the sack and I’ll jack U off
If U’re tired of the masturbator
Little girl, we can go on a date, uh
And if U like, I’ll jack U off
CHORUS:
I’ll jack U off, jack U off
I’ll jack U off, jack U off
I’ll jack U off
I only do it 4 a worthy cause
Virginity or menopause
U’ll have an instant heart attack if I jack U off
If U really really wanna be a star
We gotta do it in your mama’s car
Naked in a Cadillac, I’ll jack U off
If we can’t find no place 2 go
Girl, I’ll take U 2 a movie show
We can sit in the back and I’ll jack U off
CHORUS
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, I’ll jack U off
Alright, say it
Get some, want some [head]
I’ll jack U off
If U ain’t a chicken, baby, come here
If U’re good, I’ll even let U steer
As a matter of fact, U can jack me off
Yeah (That’s right)
I’ll jack U off, hey
Yeah!
(Sometimes)
I’ll jack U off!
Yeah, yeah, yeah…! |
I caught you slipping so I took you with a gank move
listen up rap world its a new fool
a new gangsta, gangbanger, slanger, dope dealer
murdering motherfucker, headbanger
so listen to the tunes I tune up
its 91 Master P soon to come up
bodies and large lessons talk
you step to the P you come up short
the no limit mafia is out robbing
jack your beats, stealing and start siding
and you cant say shit, I bet you didnt
know your beak ill sound like this
and watch the ladies move
but the fellows ill laugh
cause they know you got took foo
haha another jack move
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
I kill for a gangsta beat, and ill snatch ya
to show my simply put a note in your casket
you just got dead by the jack of the jackers
in other words punk, huh, you aint a factor
the world is mines so I took it like scarface
you see a beat I ask for a funky 808
your style is out, its trying for a new trenz
you say real niggaz now were the fuck you been
you see real niggaz just dont sing
were im from we like to gangbang
ski-masks, catch a sucker just creeping
take a joury yo and leave ya sleeping
play ya like a fucking simp
fuck ya bitch and beat your kids with a tree limp
you see thats the life of crime
in other words you make yours
I like to take mine
*Repeat Chorus til end* |
I could no longer
Hope
Wish or dream
As I watched the blood
Pour from me
I call for gabriel
But he will not come
There are no more angels left
To comfort thee
My life was not lost
In war
Spiritual rebellion
There is no uprise
I’m a victim of
Hate, fear and greed
Can you look my in my eye
Why
Have you slain me
Forgive me lord
As I die in vain
No
You have no angels to comfort me
Forgive me
Forgive me lord
As I die
No
You have no angels to comfort me
Another day
Another day
I shall not see
I shall not see
Or feel the sun, and earth
Beneath me
I don’t wanna die alone
So afraid
?
That your father’s fears
Forgive me lord
As I die in vain
You have no angels to comfort me
Say
I forgive you lord
As I die
Have you no angels
Have you no angels
To comfort thee
Say have you no angels
Take me home
I was blind
Now I see
That your world’s so fucked
That there are no more angels left
To comfort me
To comfort me
To comfort me
I forgive you lord
My Lord
Forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me
I was blind
Forgive me
But now I see
Yeah, yeah yeah
I was blind
My weary soul
Now I see |
J jump joyful jumble around.
Juniper, Jan, Jane, John.
J jump joyful jumble around.
Jack-in-the-box jumping all over town!
Jingle jangle junk summer day.
Big J swingin’, flyin’ singin’–
J jump joyful jumble around,
On a just nice day with the jumpinest J’s in town.
Jingle jangle junk summer day
Big J swingin’, flyin’ singin’–
J jump joyful jumble around.
On a just nice day with the jumpinest J’s in town.
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Virginia’s in the bath house sayin’,”Don’t drink the water,”
And I’m already in the swimmin’ pool.
The woman in the straw hat said, “The meat ain’t worth eatin’,”
And sunbathin’ here, baby, ain’t so cool.
There’s a hole in the ozone and the rats all got cancer
From too much tartar and nicotine.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When the babysitter treats all the kids so mean?
No tresspassing will blow your brains out,
Will do it with atomic bomb.
They’re cuttin’ down the rain forest and the food here’s fattenin’,
And I hope there’s no satanic message in this song.
But, there’s Live Aid and Farm Aid and all kind of hand grenades
To help us all get along.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When ev’rything we do turns out so wrong?
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When eleven and seven equals two? Yeah.
What kind of world do we live in
When you do it to your buddy ‘fore he does it to you?
Got to do it to your buddy ‘fore he does it to you.
The preacher he hands out verse and scripture
Just like he wrote it down himself.
Doctors and lawyers got a good thing going,
But that ain’t no place to go if you need help.
There’s too much sodium in my heartburn medicine
And I think I need to lay down for awhile.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When ev’rything we do we do with such style?
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When eleven and seven equals two? Yeah.
What kind of world do we live in
When you do it to your buddy ‘fore he does it to you?
Got to do it to your buddy ‘fore he does it to you.
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Hey, hey you, looks like you’ve got lots of time. Staying up real late, sleeping all day. Look at you playing your video games. Drinking slurpees outside the Circle K, and skating your life away.
(chorus) Hey, hey you, why don’t you just grow up? Hey, hey you, why don’t you just grow up?
The real world is passing you by, just you wait and see. High School is over now, soon you will be old and crusty like me.
(chorus)
This is not some job flipping nasty burgers at the local drive through. Sitting around all day dreaming of the W’s. Becoming famous rock stars, I’ll be working 9 to 5 jealous of you, yeah jealous of you.
Hey, hey you, why don’t you just grow up? Hey, hey Scott, why don’t you just grow up? |
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