[Intro]
Who is J.K.?
What is a J.K.?
Just Kidding, Jabbie... Jabbie McJabbington
Ol' Bum ass n*gga
Wassup wit' that fro though?
[1st verse]
Who the n*gga with the Loser Life? Wit' a pen, the illest sh*t he write
With FANG so don't think twice. Eazy-E in the tape deck, right
Gate City hoes say "He Nice."
Dressed in all black like the night, "I think that's Wesley Snipes"
Nah brother that's Jabbie McJabbington
I came through on some savage sh*t
Wrappin' rappers in plastic while I just sh*t on they packaging
f*ck the mixing & mastering. Keep it raw like O.D.B
O.G. told me my souls the key to your heart opening
My poetry make you say yes like Floetry
& I'm flowingly saying "f*ck you" to the n*ggas that ain't notice me
f*ck yo dream, middle finger up like f*ck yo team
Yea, this sh*t gets ocean deep
See he be that n*gga from 93, teen. Smokin' on all'a that green seed
Planted inside of my arteries. Part of me is partially "f*ck the world."
But the other half wanna take over it, but I'm over it
Find a girl, slide in her ovaries & I'm potent g
Like the kush that I breath & I can't even see
Like who is that dude in the mirror?
It's a holocaust for these rappers, kill'em all so i'll clearer n*gga
[Hook]
I be rollin' through the city. Keep it low, Keep it low
Them women when they see me. Yea they know, Yea they know
But them n*ggas when they come though. Yea they act like they don't
Sucka n*ggas always frontin', pretending like they don't know
Like "Who the f*ck is that n*gga!?" I don't know, I don't know
"Who the f*ck is that n*gga!?" I don't know, I don't know
Like "Who the f*ck is that n*gga!?" I don't know, I don't know
Like Who the f*ck is YOU n*gga!? "I don't know, I don't know."
[2nd verse]
Who the n*gga that don't got no chain?
Who the n*gga that say f*ck the fame?
Lames in the same lane got me strained
Maintain while I bring you that flame
Like Charmander of the game
Fang Gang cells run through my veins
All I got is my flow & my name, don't forget it
Me & You the same, if you wit' it
Gotta dumb it down for the people that don't get it
But I gotta turn it up for the people that really feel it
From the beginning my n*gga I been spittin' the illest sh*t
Whether freestyle of written I'm always tempted to kill it
Got the words of a killer, Got the mind of a healer
I'm the lyrical Hitler
Give up if you thinkin' you can f*ck wit' a n*gga
The competition is ended with a fatality finish
I'm like Dennis the Menace
To these f*ck ass critics that be judgin' me, figure
You think you know me, but just because you ride my di*k
Don't mean we f*ckin' homies
See I know you getting lonely but b*tch stop depending on me
Last year you was like "Who is that? ...Just a n*gga that rap"
Then you said that he was so ass
Now you jumpin' all on my back
Then I throw 'em off, like my bad
I don't even know none of you n*ggas like that
Who is you is what they ask, b*tch who cares what I said back
[Hook]
I be rollin' through the city. Keep it low, Keep it low
Them women when they see me. Yea they know, Yea they know
But them n*ggas when they come though. Yea they act like they don't
Sucka n*ggas always frontin', pretending like they don't know
Like "Who the f*ck is that n*gga!?" I don't know, I don't know
"Who the f*ck is that n*gga!?" I don't know, I don't know
Like "Who the f*ck is that n*gga!?" I don't know, I don't know
Like Who the f*ck is YOU n*gga!? "I don't know, I don't know."
[Outro]
Skinny n*gga.... haha, Juh-Kay (J.K.) That's what I would Say...Just Corny