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 they 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 Lipshits, 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 If I'm in the club, then I'm grippin' 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