2008.
Chorus:
Welcome to the show, if you with it come and listen
If it's too hot for you get the fuck out of the kitchen
I'm balling in my backpack you already know
Welcome to the show, we-welcome to the show
Verse 1:
You know I drive I don't ride in the passenger side
Cus that's bad luck, if you the best rapper alive
I got more fire, than Bam Bam Bigelow
It's J-Kellz the American gigolo
The way I spit the flow is something so phenomenal
Quick delivery like dominoes, the weak shit got to go
Although I'm hot from coast to coast behold the coldest pro to blow
I glow from the Pocono's to the North Pole
It's J-Keezy best believe I'm leaning in a two-seater
With a diva puffin weed that couldn't get any greener
Cus in the burbs, every single thing is that fresh
Catch me in the oval office getting head behind the desk
Obama comma Barack, I'm the talk of the top
Uncommon microphone confidant, who's bound to pop
A wordsmith who disperses a diverse verse
After you purchase my first work, you're hooked like worms
Verse 2:
Lifestyle suburban
Rhyme style merking, any beat I'm putting work in
First one to step, is the first to fall
It's J-Kellz, catch me at your curtain call
I got ladies stripping their skirts and bras
Cus I got more wheels than murderball
While you hitting the gym, I'm hitting your chick
Only thing I lift is a bitch off my dick
And it aint cus I spit, I'm just saying
I could be a mailman and still nail Palin
Milfhunter with a flow so butter
Strut when I walk, when I talk I don't stutter
Got eyes on the dollas and mommas on my cock
But I won't rock prada, when I reach the top
Cus that shits for fags, wannabes and bitches
J-Kellz muthafucka never spit it fictitious
