JIHAD JOE lyrics

[Intro]
You think you know me
What? What? What? What? What? Uh

[Verse 1]
Every time I get to stickin' and I come around with that Kimber, I'm wearin' a mask
These hoes still in they DJ phase, they comin' up short on peace and cash
I cannot take all these di*k-riders, my b*tch addicted to hatin' and kissin' my ass
Yeah, b*tch, you know I'm too much of a narcissist, f*ck on my reputation for a bag
I can sniff out you proximity b*tches, I can't be responsible, I'm not your dad
Up in the mornin', I'm cleanin' my babies, the switch on that b*tch, I make sure it don't jam
You n*ggas know that I'm down with the sickness, crash with the quickness, f*ckin' up bands
Mask got a n*gga like I'm Peggy Ipkis, I went to Lipschitz, he gave me Xans
Kimber, Keltec, Rockford, Draco, these are a few of my favorite bands
I'm slim and shady but I'm not a Stan
Tracy McGrady, I jam with one hand
Grow up lil' n*gga, you not Peter Pan
Talkin' that sh*t 'cause you know I'm the one with the beats, the money, the drugs and the land
Godzilla and Kong with the mic in my hand
Jihad Joe, I kick in that door, better hit my line, the bombs don't land (b*tch)

[Verse 2]
Back in New York, back in the fort, I'm back with the band
Jump out the house, jump off the porch with the .30 in hand
Sue me for libel, I bet you I'm liable to say it again
When I come around, they be quiet, I leave, they be talkin' again (Why?)
f*ck y'all hoes, I know I ain't sh*t, I'd rather get banned
If I'm in the club, then I'm grippin' my .30, I don't wanna dance
b*tch woke up early to hate, you don't even do this for your man
Paying the price for the fame, I'll never be normal again
I'm so terminally online, goddamn, I gotta check myself
I'm so terminally online, goddamn, I don't respect myself