vivid you can feel it I know the link between wide world syndicates We took the borders, the borders so delicate I know the link between wide world syndicates
I'm goin' to Jackson gonna mess around Yeah I'm a goin' to Jackson you know I'm Jackson bound Go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your health Play
a beer before I write a rhyme And if I have to drive I avoid the one time Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over I don't need luck 'cause I
right in front of yo' ass I see your little gap between your cunt and yo' ass And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo' ass I'm saying
Jackson (you just think you're one) I'm gonna mess around Headed to Jackson look out Jackson town Well you go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your
between you and me I do what I want, and you do what you're told So listen up shut the hell up It's no big deal And I'll see you in hell So when the
feed 'em then I shred 'em So what if that I'm cheating And where everybody when I sound gwan, now I'ma show you how, come on, all and together now Yeah
Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health. Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself, Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair! Honey, I
rehearsal Yeah, in between the was and the could be Love is the reversal I believe we're underwater I believe the engine's blown Yeah, I believe our
hell's goin' on?) Shut up! I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do And like
am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone
you feel so inspired Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you excited Let me guess - you wanna go and party after the show And you were hopin
or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this mic as a lyrical sacrafice got you in my grips like vice I represent the T-dot and I'm known to keep
how I'm gettin' jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up, stick up I stick and move And that's how we do So you grab the gat and let loose Yo, rat
go ahead and wreck your health Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair I'
What if it was you? You that I needed all along I felt like a fool Kicking and screaming And pretending we were wrong Let's get wrecked on Pop-Tarts and sex And
you think you fuckin dirty clucka Man I don't care what you think you fuckin tommy tucka Man I don't care what you think you cuttin muthafucka You's