SJ - Jastastic lyrics

[Chorus] If you fresh, then homie I'm Jastastic My music casts spells on people who feel the magic Got swag and carrying' a sag with my game in tact Rollin' on 22's in a Cadillac If you fresh, then homie I'm Jastastic Down' it worldwide, trick I'm way pa**ed average Raise ya hand if ya feeling' this jam Let's get DJ t' play it again, yeah! [Verse I] Man y'all act like y'all never seen a black cat rap Like a strap that's blasting ya back like jack in four brothers I'm stacked with rhymes, I use'ta write all the time 'Till I broke into Eminem's house and stole all his lines (Ha!) Feminist women love SJ, but some days A s*ut plays with my emotions, 'till I lose patience Sayin' I'm on ya mind, but you scatterbrained Maybe that explains why I caught you givin' head today (Ha, ha) Some say I'm crazy to take music to lace and abuse it That's what happens when you take the blueprint A draft it onto the pad, you thought of rap as a fad 'Till I crashed onto ya internet (das auto is in effect) I'm prolly drivin' you crazy, Got you wondering' How can a rapper of this caliber be this talented? b**h, I'm global disguised as being local You Bosos are 'bouta witness the wrath of this Jastastic flow [Chorus] [Verse II] I disa**ociate with a lot of rappers lyrically It doesn't interest me t' hear ya weak a** bars and trap beats And sayin' ya pack heat when you lack the gat piece Lil no name kat tryna insight a rap beef You're as fake as a real act, speakin' of that Whoever thought of the Bachelorette should get smacked Putting' these train-wrecks on a tall pedestal And get these pathetic dudes to look for romance with a camera crew And what about today's American kids Some chick said we need to pray to the presidents Yeah okay, that'll be the day when biggie rises from the grave And Mitt Romney gets braids That's as funny as Ke$sha judgin' on a singin' show We even getting' felons a chance to raise a wall of hope Man if you feel how I feel, I want you to raise yo hand And Loud as you can, I want all of y'all to chant [Chorus] [Verse III] Since 15, I always had dreams doin' this music thing And now I'm known all over the world For you rap dudes who be sayin' you on yo grind, stop lyin' 'cause the difference is You cold at been common, I'm more than a little sick I'm contagious with these pages of phrases, so basically My rhymes are made to be stuck in yo brain sh** I'm tryna be a fan favorite, I'm tryna get up on world stages And have multiple ménage à trois with asians Some say I'm crude but I'm just tellin' the truth Please pardon me for sayin' what'chu thinkin' in yo living' room Like you ain't cracked open a few brews with ya crew Makin' fun of reality and all the stupid things that people do I know I'm strange in my ways but that's okay 'Cause naked truth is, you a weirdo too But I ain't afraid to show it, and the whole world gon' know About this 100% genuine Jastastic fellow, kid [Chorus]