Post by Jake on May 11, 2004 17:05:46 GMT -5
another thread 2 sew, i'm stiching them up/ like sweters/
girls on my nuts, posting me letters/ i'm just a, open mic contender/ knocking out, these feather-weights/
Jake a great dane, in his mid-west state/
get your puppy paws off my plate/ b-4, i smack it in your face/ you wanted a taste/ i'm most wanted in 50 states/
god of tha hood/ like that nigga jonny h/
around my way/ you keep it 2 yourself, or get fucked in your guarder lace/ say sumthin uncanny/
we playing with hand grenades, blowin up bass/ on a paper chase/ i dont smoke crack/ but, i will catch a case/
like, leather face/ i'll be on the run, with my chainsaw, and my shotgun/ bucking haters off that want, a problem/
you pussy's waiting 2 be fucked/ and jake gonna pop'em/ open you up, like a dough-nut/
you can't stop this/ cold cut, x-rated, gutter shit/
i drop all you tricks/ this ain't no twix mix/
real rap, smokey hits/ crazy loc shit/
that niggas bnice 2, and blaze a D-Dub 2/
count a SCRILLION/ just chillin/ untill my flows make your head, go brain dead/ and retarted/ ILLIN
It's Jake-E, bitch/ your holding cell artist/
that's who u feelin'
girls on my nuts, posting me letters/ i'm just a, open mic contender/ knocking out, these feather-weights/
Jake a great dane, in his mid-west state/
get your puppy paws off my plate/ b-4, i smack it in your face/ you wanted a taste/ i'm most wanted in 50 states/
god of tha hood/ like that nigga jonny h/
around my way/ you keep it 2 yourself, or get fucked in your guarder lace/ say sumthin uncanny/
we playing with hand grenades, blowin up bass/ on a paper chase/ i dont smoke crack/ but, i will catch a case/
like, leather face/ i'll be on the run, with my chainsaw, and my shotgun/ bucking haters off that want, a problem/
you pussy's waiting 2 be fucked/ and jake gonna pop'em/ open you up, like a dough-nut/
you can't stop this/ cold cut, x-rated, gutter shit/
i drop all you tricks/ this ain't no twix mix/
real rap, smokey hits/ crazy loc shit/
that niggas bnice 2, and blaze a D-Dub 2/
count a SCRILLION/ just chillin/ untill my flows make your head, go brain dead/ and retarted/ ILLIN
It's Jake-E, bitch/ your holding cell artist/
that's who u feelin'
