Joe Jackson

[Verse 1] Huh, Marcielago Yo, Clear a path hoe, let the chinchilla drag I was chilling in the Jag Might have to grab the MAC right out the gym bag Spin ya bitch ass, give you whiplash Lift you a tad and dash, I'm a bad dad All my kids have been missing class I haven't been disciplining my children, I had other shit to deal with Rubber grip on the steel, pimp. Specs of blood on my silk fit All that was left was flesh and no spirit Not a lyric I spit was ghostwritten, the Rolls Royce Ghost was driven I'm what the culture was missing, I'm a cult figure Boat tipper, ex-coke flipper Choke a sis like a boa constrictor It gets cold when I bit ya The vultures get ya, the gucci loafers the slippers The dolce kicks with the zipper How dare you go and stick your toes in my pippens The mold is different, I broke the template Kings over princes? King cobra skin on my shoulders lookin pimpish, The rose gold rollie lookin pinkish Chop the shotty nose like a sphinx features Clean these niggas up bring the street sweepers All you heard was the cheap sneakers squeaking in sequence Bitches kiss the ring frequent, uh Fuck the fame it's one chain it's a buck and change A suede bucket laid on the waves muthafucka I'm way above your grade Love is pain, the money was smudged with blood it's stained It came from someone's jugular vein Nigga, ya, nyeahh [Verse 2] Pierre hardy's, Ferraris, Marci, carve ya cheek hit an artery Flood the Audemars it's all watery, fresh out the quarry no chlorine Your story king it does nothing for me, bust the 40 out the mustard Audi You busters is dog meat, don't make me hold court in the street I always keep an accordion to squeeze, its noisy Dump the boys somewhere in Boise, talking oily, boy I’m royalty It was shorted to me with no loyalty But what's the point in being salty