Joe Jackson lyrics

[Intro: Twisted insane]
f*ck that b*tch
Gimme a bottle and a porno, n*gga
Ha, ha, ha...

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Jump up in the pus*y like a pogo
Stickin', makin' b*tches wanna f*ck me when I greet ’em
Come into my room and you will step into your doom
If it’s a baby in your womb, I think it’s prolly ’bout to beat ’em
Bring your baby daddy through, I really wanna meet him
Take him in a room and tell him how I had your feet up
Tell him holy-moly how a n*gga had my poll-y
Stirrin’ in your guacamole, she’s a fine seniorita
Playin' with the pus*y while she’s suckin' on my Peter
Lay down on your back, I’m ’bout to eat a enchilada
I don’t like to talk, but I really want to walk
You be f*ckin' with Ewoks, my di*k is bigger than Chubacca
Man down, man down, someone caught a body
Walked up in that b*tch and hit a n*gga with the shotty
Daniel San-in' motherf*ckers like I know karate
Doin' sh*t that make you think I was trained by Mr. Miyagi
?On the? club but I be hella picky on my weed
Comin’ around with a bomb, better run, that Reggie Bush indeed
Push up on you n*ggas like a bear and I attack ’em
Blocka-blocka with the Mac and put you b*tches on the street
I'm comin' in your window when your family go to sleep
You think I'm bluffin'? Go ahead, believe it's only talk
I may now put the trigger down and punch you in your liver then I body slam a n*gga like the animal in Hulk
You won't win a - war against a n*gga that's demonic and I'm on it well ain't that about a b*tch
n*ggas think it's music and they get off of the fluid thinkin' I won't do it till they momma found up in a ditch
Trigger finger really startin' to feel a f*ckin' itch
Any minute you gon' find out you was dealin' with a psycho
n*ggas always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap
Till I take 'em in the back and beat a n*gga like he Michael
Joe Jackson
[Hook x8]
Get yo ass whooped like a n*gga Joe Jackson
(n*ggas always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap
Till I take them in the back and beat a n*gga like he Michael
Joe Jackson)

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Hit a motherucker with the ass of the Mossberg
n*gga you been geeking all day off of cough syrup
n*gga you ain't real you are all worse
Whoop a n*gga's ass in the back of a WalMert
Ah, my bad I mean Wal-Mart
I'll do a drive by on a golf cart
Ten o'clock when I bend the block
Crack a motherf*cker's skull with a cinderblock (HA!)
Take a n*gga's life, put him in a box
b*tches on my di*k because I'm in a drop
Ran into a n*gga, wanna call the cops?
Told you n*ggas I am so unorthodox
Murder, murder, murder on the drop of a needle
Heavy metal stuck to my side like Magneto
Kill a rapper, put him in the trunk of a Regal
I don't give a f*ck if the n*gga know aikido
Slip a whole kilo, my amigo then I reload
Pow, shoot a n*gga's eyeball through a peephole
Bang with the aliens, Stitch and Lilo
What you know about the maniac in a mink coat
Pow, put you n*gga's wig back like chemo
Leave them with the dolphins, Dan Marino
The dope that we towed came from San Bernardino
Bullet seep through a n*gga's skin like Aveeno
Money talk, baby, like [?]
We be getting to it like your money [?]
f*ck it, I'm the ego when I launch a torpedo
Haters suck a di*k through a leopard printed Speedo
Time for some action, n*gga what's crackin'?
First hater act, he gon' get a reaction
Twisted gon' slap him or Jarren gon' clap him
I'll whoop a n*gga's ass like Joseph-Walter-Jackson
[Hook x8]
Get yo ass whooped like a n*gga Jo Jackson
(n*ggas always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap
Till I take them in the back and beat a n*gga like he n*gga Jo Jackson)