JPEGMAFIA - THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD! lyrics

[Intro] Once you start seeing me training and grinding, you gon' fu*kin' go b*tch [Intro: Tkay Maidza] Everything about JPEG's I like Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Put it down just like you miss me Know that Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Miss me Know that [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] Uh, oh, I got [?] baby momma in the back seat The other [?] baby momma won't stop harrassin' me I can't keep up with these girls I just want quiet and peace There's more than dick in this world b*tch, take me outta the streets Gotta keep some of you, fu*k every one of you I got the gun Give it back, I ain't doing (For real) She said I'm done with you, I had my fun with you Take me back to the streets Watch your tongue when you talk to this geek Choppa don't jam, it's like one of y'all beats Stay in the lab, get the fu*k out the streets This is not what you want This is not where you at This not it I finesse and I jerk in that b*tch Give it back, I ain't doing that sh*t Can't do sh*t on your own, don't you need the assist? Attack of the Clones when you ni**as be spittin' Off-beat sh*t ain't gon' make you a livin' Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin' Woah, third-eye rappin' ass ni**as NOI flows, report for an image Woah, called up the minister, something just ain't addin' up But lions and leopards they meant to be jiggy [?] Hill, they say meant to be pretty ni**as named after baking soda, but he never touched no fu*kin' coke and you see She's so thick, hit that b*tch with a fast ball, she fu*k for an image Heard your tape but I didn't get a mention Last year b*tch, I be the sentence That's why these hoes just want the attention Stop talking I see you blur your face for the 'Gram I blur your face, forensics With the star b*tch, I'm Jimi Hendrix [?] I'm Eddie, wait, Kendricks, man