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j. unit - j. unit lyrics

[intro: oz mosis & mc adey p]

[verse 1: oz mosis]
get your fists up, trick; my name is ozmo
a straight motherf-cker down from the ghetto
i get crunk at night, headbang in the day
but you’ll find yo mama up your -ss if you get in my way
here in detroit yo, we ride for jenkins
the pimp of all pimps; where it all begins
the most straight-up g you will ever meet
once had 400 b-tches sucking on his glorious meat
oz mosis; proud to be his right-hand man
but all you stupid motherf-ckers spread the rumours much as you can
‘serial k!ller’? yeah, i k!ll cereal
i’ll force a box down your throat; you’ll be sh-tting whole cheerios
smacked a b-tch so hard, i knocked her off her period
f-ck with oz mosis again, you’ll be menopausal and sucking d-ck
but that’s life in the ghetto, my friends
i’m married to the streets, but i’m loyal to jenkins

[hook: g-magz & mc adey p]
(we love you, jenkins
we serve you, jenkins)
for the g, we love you
jenkins, you have almighty b-lls
jenkins, you define all of our laws
for the j, we serve you
jenkins, our lives are defined by yours

[verse 2: g-magz]
yo, you got something to say? well get out of my face
my name’s g-magz; no f-gs till your dying day
which will be pretty soon if jenkins has his way
you mess with the f-cking orange g, you’re gonna pay
i’m g by name; rose from rags to riches
i fuel my car from the juice of my b-tches
i spread the word with my j. unit brothers
bring peace and love and ghetto word to all you others
yeah, we support the orange-haired j-enkins
he saved us from the ghetto; forgave all our sins
kept us off the streets and from eating out of bins
he frightened off the gangs and helped us to win
yeah, jenkins is our man; he’s the reason for our band
to exist and persist and enlist all of man
to listen to the sound of the j. unit
proclaiming jenkins and all of his sh-t

[hook]

[interlude: oz mosis & mc adey p]

[verse 3: mc adey p]
you think you’re f-cking g? well listen to me
i take no sh-t, give no charity; able to beat the insanity
i pledge allegiance to the g of all men
the jenkins machine, who rides on b-tches with s-xual intent
oz mosis said he’s proud to be his right-hand man
but i am mc adey p, the f-cking fighter of the clan
i like to kick high and i can do the splits
sometimes i sh-t myself all over my b-tch’s t-ts
i’m a bad-ss hailing from the detroit ghetto
but left there to rape my b-tch with her own stiletto
she used to like that sh-t but her mum saw us at it
so i left that sh-t and went and joined the j. unit
we like to eat steak served with french fries
the fries made on friday, filled up with s-m-n inside
i like to spoon out your cream; i’m gonna lap it all up
but jenkins told me that he doesn’t like it in the chuff

[hook]

[outro: oz mosis & mc adey p]

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