TheJonesMob - Copyright Claim lyrics

VERSE 1 [TheJonesMob] f** y'all til my dick soft, sophisticated - no Rick Ross Got some twisted b**hes with hot buns, getting baked and all going criss cross That;s hot cross buns with a trick stop, and before I make this b**h pop I gotta drain the blood out of her system til she ticked off Sick rhymes, sleek words, talk fourth, skeet third Murder her first, chop her up, then make that b**h eat dirt I took the beat and I tweaked words, she on it til her knees hurt And I won't sleep on no one but I'll have to catch some Z's first Smoking vodka, drinking weed, I know all of this isn't free It's imagination, simple dreams, the mustered minds of liberal teens Alcohol and red bull seems to make ugly girls go wrinkle free But looks don't matter to me cause I know my skins just pimple deep If someone told you he heard better, bet he told you in sign language Muthaf**a can speak nicer? Muthaf**a's a mime dang it No won't leave that rhyme hangin', see me? Naw you're a blind f*ggot Looking like Weezy Wee, blind from tripping off PCP CHORUS [TheJonesMob] I'm drugged up high on Copyright claim I use a used beat officials all be calling my name They say "Oh you are a criminal you're taking whats my property" They in it for the money they ain't using music properly I'm in a den shooting Copyright claim They say the random raps I write are always awfully deranged I'm rapping black music, living with a Caucasian name Rolling up a fat doobie of some Copyright claim VERSE 2 [TheJonesMob] I'm a crip now cause my dick limp, but it could rise with a wrist flick Leviosa, Emma Watson, relevance – I'd kiss this I'm a tryhard or misfit, wearing wristbands about big tits Flesh on flesh for the best pleasure – I'm always down to lick clits A man dead that's “tisk tisk”, double purpose don't miss this A ra/pper deceased each rap released – a double purpose hit list I burn her bu*t, she's scared as f**, so now she seems to sh** bricks She shat a f**ing chimney out – so her a** can still get lit quick Stop that b**h she's not that pretty – Awkward if he's such an a**hole I seem co*ky – It's just an act though, I talk quickly and spit a fast flow Can't stop my city, but my city can't go, if you're saying amen then get your hands closed I'll be banging a white queen – No lion no witch no lamp post Round 1, Rambo verse me – Lambo – Mercy Push a teacup it shatters quick, but Terrence shatters first, see Round 2, that's two round breasts, hope these girls allow s** I ain't Mr. Guru but I use discipline – that's no vow yet CHORUS VERSE 3 [TheJonesMob] Matt, what you doing? Why're you such an a**hole I guess cause I get mad cash flow and I slap hoes with my pants low Exactly bro, now I'm asking if you f*gs won't Mind if I take that line and tie it on the flagpole Like Oh Canada you gays got no stamina I'm the reincarnation I am, the flow's amateur Got you woman, your p**ycat, your b**h and your ho, asking her How much blue blood she's got left for Old Dracula Well apparently I'm hurting like, way too many feelings With my fist through the paper, that's punchlines that break ceilings There's a lot less effort in my mind that y'all dreaming I Spring on 'em in the Summer then I win her for all seasons, so This goes out to the lil' dicks covered in foreskins And to the chicks who led me on you can get f**ed with a forklift And I'm loving abortion, but it gives women a choice And these are just some simple thoughts from my criminal voice BRIDGE [TheJonesMob] Now hold up, I got a limitless choice Of words, serving virgins in my immature poise Now girlie, you can come get in my porsche We ain't even barely married and I'm set for divorce I put the S in her core, and I'm obsessed with her more Than Mariah Carey-ing wine, she's an evident who*e I shoulda left it at that, yeah, but then I'd be bored Wait a day or so dog, I'll be sending out more CHORUS X2