React Shun - The Weathermen, Copywrite, Jakki

Yo, I’ll kidnap your wife, smash it of course

Spit game all week, let her go and watch her ask for divorce

Be sure you rocking it holmes cause sho' nuff Ock

I can put C-4 in erogenous zones and blow up spots

Turn your mind to aluminum, plus your team

If you sleep, I recycle your brain and crush your dream

Jakki The Motomouth

Supernatural rapping freak

Orthopedic magicians couldn’t pull of my magic feat/feet

Got your CD like

We be hype

I don’t give a damn like a greedy dyke salesman

The most offensive to blurt vain shit

Women get angry, all my girl’s first name 'Bitch'

Your slut perform well last night, she’s made for the sack

My dick was the crowd and I gave her the claps

Don’t give a shit, it’s a shame

A homeless chick come around me with a cup

She’ll suck dick for the change

Whatever she’s saying, prolly none of it fact (Why?)

Cause most chicken heads be running they yap

orange horse hair buns

Spilling rum on my Air Force Ones, greys

I’ma retire to an Air Force One way

No nicotine

Only blow sticky green

Call no bitch a queen

Heart don’t skip a beat

Although it’s on freeze

Disagree?

Pay the penalty plus your dental fees, you missing teeth

Raise a Hennessy to my enemies hitting trees

Get ya green with envy while I’m getting green

With 20 16s and 24s

I’ll rip clean your honey’s drawers

That whore is a dick fiend who wanted more

Jake raided my place, now I got a sentence to face

Forgot to end the tape and she got a fetish for rape

Claim the trife life and you verses me is like Tyson Beckford

Getting in the ring with Mike Tyson

See me coming out a store empty handed it sure means

Police in Pakistan must of amputated my wrists

Got me special on the label like a bottle of Henny

Independent as fuck, mentally ready for top 20

Get this money, Tame One is the game runner

Blacked out, put a track out the same summer

Didn’t fall off, jumped off

Landed on my feet and walked off

Just to be different when some shit popped off

Under my mattress, right next to the Glock I shot at your moms with

Is the rhyme book I used to get signed to Eastern Conference

Better than half y’all rhymers

You know what time it is, it’s obvious

You sponsored by Punchliners Anonymous

Weathermen veterans, amphetamines best friends

F’s on piss tests

Nod like yes men

Grinding like teeth in a coke binge

Burn bridges at both ends

Seperate fiends from dope friends

Sick, psychosomatic, erratic, and bad habits

Rip reality fabric in half, dump in a tablet