electronic jack - the ballad (ramesses iii) lyrics
[verse one]
i’ve never been a coward. the suicide poet is stern like howard
i smash towers with the power of the kamen riders, combined with
the guyver, you’re in for a tour of guns galore. you wh0r-s swallow
more than kirby or chloe dior. you want more? i gotta bag of trix (tricks), for you rabbits hoppin’ on my crotch, you better stop, i’m toxic, and-pop clips-more-than-a-gun-addict. i’ve had it. i’m problematic. when it comes to you other cats. it’s hard resist a pretty face to smack
see, i’m the rapper that your groupie wife tried to suck on stage. back when i had braids, and you were mad that your flow didn’t pay. i built this craze. buzzin’ like i was buck…bumble. you’re soft like a huxtable. you numskull. prepare to fumble. you egghead. i’d rather see you tumble. you got me mistaken. the dragon has awaken. my flow is nastier than a sasha grey compilation
[hook]
i’ve done a lot of evil my life
corrupted all your kids and wives
i’ve never been to war, but i’m ready now
so when you hear my footsteps, get down
we aim, for shedding tears, not shedding blood
we don’t care about your mean mug, get plugged
on the come up, like virgil, we cause static
if you’re ready for the melody, here’s the ballad
[hook]
[verse two]
yo, i rock without the diesel. swing swords like i’m medieval–kick
up side yo head like seagal, i’m the repo man to see, ho. your
predisposed message don’t affect me. i’m set free. like being under debris, believe, you-cross-me, like a capital t; and you’ll get
capped, have your grave spit at–put your son in a foster home like
his name was mac. i’m omac, the world’s finest crisis. on the mic, i’m the nicest. you’ll get blindsided and sliced in–half
toss in the tear gas. i’m past mad. you’re all trash. i’m the son/sun of every eclipse like my name’s dad. pusha t, you’re still weak on any beat. i’ll slaughter you and the game without zero percent of a
fame. see, i came, and still busted more than you imagine. you’re a has-been. i’ll sharpen my knee bone and stab your abdomen. i’m
unchained like django, but with an angle. kid you not. i end lives
painful and abort the babies of angels
[hook]
[verse three]
tell my father, i ain’t bothered by the evil in this world, and
tell my mother, my mind’s a gutter, and it made my girl hurl. peta
can choke on ‘pearl’ for messin’ with my creed. indeed, made a
joint with bee, that bikini bottom can’t believe. so it’s sink or swim. i took the crow outta jim, to avenge, several of my brethren on ritalin. you folks wanna challenge my intelligence, get your bones crippled and bent, like logan and magneto, kid
check my body-count. even kid sin had to bounce, and i don’t pr-nounce the th, cause i got a crooked mouf. bang bang! get down! i make a cow wanna chicken out when it hears the sound of an a.k. round. bdddraaat
i’m louder than james holmes in a movie theater. a trench-coat and a vest on my wife beater. going in like bomberman in boston. i finish first place, whatever the cost is
[hook]
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