The Jump Off lyrics

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[Intro]
The Jump Off

[Verse 1]
Proceed with caution, MC’s get auctioned
I’m still the warlord on these beats, please get coffin’d
I could play a game of Chess with John Kramer and I’d still win
I’m the master, there’s no game I could get killed in
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly; I’m one in the same
I’m like Quickdraw McGraw with my gun in your face
I am the Dark Descent, you’re a machine for pigs
To use and manipulate, cause I got Ki’s to flip
I’m conserving this ammo, cause I don’t need this sh*t
To search and destroy you later cause you weak and sick
I’ll bury you alive without a hole for oxygen
Going against me, you know it’s gonna take alot to win
I’m fresh like Doug E., I detest the dougie
You could get Dr. Dre on these beats and you still couldn’t f*ck with me
This sh*t is boring, I’m gonna move onto the next beat
Cause if I stay on this slow sh*t it’s gonna be the death of me

[Verse 2]
I’ve been gone for a minute but now I’m back for some more
Me and a mic insperable like crack and your whore
MC means move the crowd, I know how to get them riled up
Let me throw in my fifty cents and watch the money pile up
I may be stupid but my rhymes aren’t chump sh*t
My 12 Gauge to your back gonna make you do a front flip
When the shells fall, victims run like the Olympics
I’ve seen rappers get influenza when they see some sick sh*t
Compare me to your dad, I’ll beat your ass with the same belt
You’re character is trash b*tch, please go hang yourself
The only one on this website to compare to me is Sorcerer
Cause he raps the sh*t that you know will destroy your nerves
I leave MC’s without oxygen like dead fish
On the floor of McDonalds, I’m sauced but not the Szechwan
I’m coming in all black, how you on sh*t is a mystery
Cause you licking nuts like Scooby Doo and get pounded like you’re Mr. Cheeks

[Verse 3]
Make enemies jump when they see me, you’d think they’d seen a ghost
Hired morons from the internet to go and steal my sh*t from the posts
I go ghostbusting at Klan meetings, gotta go undercover
And expose your ghost writer, cause that inbred is a motherf*cker
Don’t act like you wanna fight, Batman storming the Gotham halls
While you catch L’s like Pokemon, except you ain’t got the balls
f*ck snatching cheese from the trap, b*tch I’m stacking up
Cause I don’t fall for corporate greed cause Minnie Mouse backing you up
I don’t need to go on dates, I’m too paranoid from snatching pieces
You’re catfishing hookers who have venereal diseases
I choke my chicken like Mozart does with piano wire
Anything I do, you bet your ass it will and can go higher
I’m like Iceberg Slim, heart replaced by a master lock
But always joining with fat groupies trying to go and grab my c*ck
But if your girl the ghetto then I’m pushing that crack in
Cause I’m the illest brotha around without the black skin

[Interlude]
Crack your bottles for this one
This is the old white sh*t
The corny frat boy sh*t
This the Jump Off

[Verse 4]
sh*t, I’m a sinful motherf*cker, I don’t regret it
For those who know me know I’m not apologetic
I produce more horror from my Hammer than Christopher Lee did
I told you never cross me but you did me in like Jesus
While you filming you’re CGI hood like MTV Cribs
I was in the lab cooking up MP3 hits
Higher than an atom bomb coming in at high velocity
Boy you know the countdown, you know I won’t stop at three
Drop bombs like Funk, Flex like Rice did
Drop jewels and go through schools like Isis
I duck shells like Super Mario does
Pop bottles of bub, whether in a bar or a club
Drive fast like I got a car full of drugs
While blaring disco music like Starsky & Hutch
Am I a faggot cause I don’t play ball, go f*ck your brother
You like playing with feet and throwing balls at each other
Stupid f*ck

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