2008. Rough Draft of Track!!!!!!!!
Verse 1:
I'm fucking tired of these faggots, that just ramble when they spit
They can't handle my insanity or damage I inflict
It's like a scrabble tournament the way I'm flipping these words
Kellz in amps and speakers from the bricks to the burbs
I'll fucking trample you nerds like Mufasa, who's hotter
Than the kid who got more tricks up his sleeve than Harry Potter
Step up little bitch and you'll hear this shit, like
Finish him, finish him, finish him, finish him
I let my lips do the talking, my fists do the walking
My kicks do the stomping, my dick do the rocking
When she's lifting the top and dropping the bottoms
Apple head in her mouth, best believe she's bobbin
Aint no stopping, always knocking like Jehovah's witnesses
Got a grip of the bitches kid, you know what the bidness is
On track to climax, fucking absurd, now I
Finish her, finish her, finish her, finish her
Chorus:
It's J-Kellz muthafucka always doing it better
You might be a little clever, but you'll never ever (finish him...)
It's J-Kellz muthafucka fucking bitches til the end
Got a dimepiece and her friend on their knees, and they saying (finish him...)
Verse 2:
Verse 2, I spit the live wire, do or die fire
Microphone messiah, take your head like Jebediah
Springfield, I wield a bigger axe than Gimli
My fists are ballistic, your wrist is flimsy
Ugh, got that sub-zero flow
So cold like the nose of an eskimo
So step up little bitch, and you'll hear this shit, like
Finish him, finish him, finish him, finish him
My dick, is like, the neck, of the loch ness
Monster of cock, bang hoes like bang bros
Or Naughty America when I'm tearing through your area
Get chicks in a split, sic game like malaria
Careful with my balls when they laying on your jaw
Ash Ketchum with my kids you know she gotta catch em all
On track to climax, fucking absurd, now I
Finish her, finish her, finish her, finish her
