TheJonesMob - Kinda Tight lyrics

VERSE 1: TheJonesMob So what I gotta prove to make you call me kinda tight I'm left brained but you all know I'm rhyming right I spit the heat to light the wick, I am dynamite I'm seeing diamonds in the sky, like I'm flying kites On LSD with an Elephant and we're hella G Best friends with Kobe Bryant while wearning Celtic's Tee Donald duck fainted me and Elton we're helping, see Giving mouth to mouth to a duck, I'm foulmouthed yipee! My posture's an apposter of pish poshing on pot While I kick off the top and I spit often alot I'm Rick Ross with sick talk, tic toc til I drop The world on Ke$ha's head I ain't stopping at all So sit and listen while I boss words and toss nerds I'm putting Saul first in front of all your offers I was born a semen I'll be scheming till your balls hurt It's a lie to call me a tall jerk, for what's it all worth I'm rapping wasted off of ten shots tall served I never ask but if she wants it dog it's all hers I call first but she never stops texting me Estrogen check, sometimes I must be left in peace CHORUS: I won't say it, but do you think I'm kinda tight? It doesn't matter less you think it, am I kinda tight? Inside an insane asylum violently white But scared of black gangsters who might find me at night I ain't amazing, I ain't great, I'm just kinda tight I'm not the best in the game, simply kinda tight You can admit it can't you? I'm kinda tight Just say it kid, say it, I dare you VERSE 2: TheJonesMob d**h by fruity loops, I guess cereal k**s I'm spitting lyrical sk**s that give ethereal chills I whip you all with my miracle meal Slap some mayo on a p**y, eat it out, getting venereal thrills Let's make a marital deal, we'll get married we'll chill We'll get sweaty, then divorce. but that's very unreal Scary is the feeling this scenario feels I'm spinning around while high, these are aerial drills I'm Doctor Seuss with a co*katoo bopping offa you Slapping my co*k on two chicks faces but they probly chew I love brain but you know I ain't a zombie dude And my sh** sicker than a whole load of raunchy poo Now I'm down with the flu, I made a sick beat So fricking ill that's why I'm six feet I spit heat these flaming f*gs like sh** G! I love my sh**, I'm underground, so I dig me I hate writers block I don't want a third verse I'm k**ing rappers, my demo is the first hearse Mom says she loves the rap but stop it with the curse words I tell her they're for emphasis, she says you are straight dirt CHORUS: VERSE 3: TheJonesMob Getting drunk off Morgan's and Martini's with Martini In bikini and a big booty bouncing in my Lamborghini Got a great big weenie bigger than Shrek's Zucchini On a bean bag chair baked wearing a beanie Horny as a teenage boy and crazy as a 90's kid Living life with internet to interest the life I live With mindless interactions over facebook causing violence and The pride inside the co*ky make the humble all go psycho and I'm rhyming but I might go on the Idol I'm American The west say they best that's because they're the arrogant It's apparent they parents sh** and told them they the very best Cuz they think they're the very best, now the rest are very stressed But screw 'em we don't care about 'em, I'm smarter than Aristotle Buy a couple 26's but you know that I share the bottle Aragog's my f**ing pet, Shelob is her sidekick Momma told me don't swear, I told her that's a mind flip Harry Potter said "damn, your magic's pretty tight, kid" I told him I taught Thomas Eddy how to build a light switch I try to be humble, I try to be a nice kid Kinda tight, not great or anything, here's where I dip CHORUS: