JIHAD JOE

You think you know me What? What? What? What? What? Uh Every time I get to stickin', and I come around with that Kimber, I'm wearin' a mask These hoes still in the DJ phase, they comin' up short on peace and cash I cannot take all these dick-riders, my bitch addicted to hatin' and kissin' my ass Yeah, bitch, you know I'm too much of a narcissist, fuck on my reputation for a bag I can sniff out you proximity, bitches, I can't be responsible, I'm not your dad Up in the mornin', I'm cleanin' my babies, the switch on that bitch, I make sure it don't jam You niggas know that I'm down with the sickness, crash with the quickness, fuckin' up bands Mask got a nigga 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' nigga, you not Peter Pan Talkin' that shit '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 (biatch) 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?) Fuck y'all hoes, I know I ain't shit, I'd rather get banned I'm in the club, and I grip up my .30, I don't wanna dance Bitch 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