Jiggy Jake Gyllie (feat. Danny Diablo)

Be kind Rewind Take it back now Hold up, pause the flick, that's right Left-click, don't blink, you just might miss this I do my thing, chase a bag, break bread, then repeat Fuck your clout, fuck your scene I, Emperor of Eighth Sea City Piantini, thy vigilante Watch your back, never trust a Mr. Blonde You're degenerates, Darkseekers Reptilians, dressed politicians All monsters disguised as sapiens Past is the past, I suppress the wack, double-check my stack Triple-smack you and your mans No, you don't want no part in this You fucking egghead I spit my shit, fuck a snake bitch You feds, you frauds, so adjacent Like a slasher flick, but Harlem took Jason I ain't De Niro, I'm a Goodfella, been with the shits Fuck off, surf upon a swell of NPCs Quadruple pupils, all I see is a herd of sheep I spit my shit, you hip? IHOP You're flapjacks, I'm flipping the birds in the Matrix The bird is the word, can't copy my steeze Y'all be lookin' like government cheese Potato-potahto, tomato-tomahto Shit talkin', te mato, bitch pass me the bottle I don't give a fuck if you don't catch the motto I'm off the Henny, you all pink moscato, bitch Take this fuckin' car and drive it in a ditch Look at me, look at me, I am the star Would've thought you was Mia— Look at me, look at me, I am the star You would've thought you was Mia Goth Talkin' watagatapitus berry You're outdated like a Curve, Blackberry I'm vengeance, you're the sidekick Kick rocks, bitch Mama said stay away from the madness But I can't run away from the sadness Ran through the dirt, marathon, no mud race 15k, abogado beat the whole case Rats in the trenches, make 'em freeze, fuck up out my space Swerving, ducking, Donnie Darko bunnies Jiggy Jake Gilly-uh God eat dog eat all You went blind just believin' in (who) Que lo que, loco primo P, tell 'em what's good You cloned media, cultist, clout-chasing piece of shit, okay okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Why would I sell my soul for y'all? Soulless old dementors, fuck y'all Fuck an industry leech, okay, okay This is the mark of Piantini I Am Legend zombies, New York City's Fresh Prince Crazy in love's just crazy Feeding her lines, telling her lies When the love is gone Blows my mind, where's the time? What's worse than the story? The drugs, the money is where it all just starts You're happily ever after gone Diablo Oof Yeah Who, who, who, who Who, who, who, uah The cremator, strapped heavily Drug-addicted memories Buck 50 straight to your grill Toma, let the blood spill I'm gonna, gonna (gonna) Gonna kill you I'm gonna, gonna (gonna) Bury you I'm gonna, gonna Kill you I'm gonna, gonna Bury you Oof