JPEGMAFIA - JIHAD JOE lyrics
JPEGMAFIA [Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks] Baltimore, Maryland/N.Y., U.S. 🇺🇸
[JPEGMAFIA - JIHAD JOE lyrics]
You think you know me
What? What? What? What? What? Uh
Every time I get to stickin' and
I come around with that Kimber
I'm wearin' a mask
These hoes still in they DJ phase
They comin' up short on peace and cash
I cannot take all these dick-riders
My bitch addicted to hatin'
And kissin' my ass
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm too
Much of a narcissist
F**k on my reputation for a bag
I can sniff out you proximity
Bitches, I can't be responsible
I'm not your dad
Up in the mornin', I'm cleanin' my
Babies, the switch on that bitch
I make sure it don't jam
You niggas know that I'm down with
The sickness, crash with the quickness
F**kin' up bands
Mask got a nigga like I'm Peggy
Ipkis, I went to Lipschitz, he gave me Xans
Kimber, Keltec, Rockford, Draco
These are a few of my favorite bands
I'm slim and shady but I'm not a Stan
Tracy McGrady, I jam with one hand
Grow up lil' nigga, you not Peter Pan
Talkin' that shit 'cause you know I'm the
One with the beats, the money
The drugs and the land
Godzilla and Kong with the mic in my hand
Jihad Joe, I kick in that
Door, better hit my line
The bombs don't land (Bitch)
Back in New York, back in the fort
I'm back with the band jump out the house
Jump off the porch with the 30 in hand
Sue me for libel
I bet you I'm liable to say it again
When I come around, they be quiet, I leave
They be talkin' again (Why?)
F**k y'all hoes, I know I ain't shit
I'd rather get banned
If I'm in the club, then I'm grippin' my 30
I don't wanna dance
Bitch woke up early to hate
You don't even do this for your man
Paying the price for the fame
I'll never be normal again
I'm so terminally online, goddamn
I gotta check myself
I'm so terminally online, goddamn
I don't respect myself
What? What? What? What? What? Uh
Every time I get to stickin' and
I come around with that Kimber
I'm wearin' a mask
These hoes still in they DJ phase
They comin' up short on peace and cash
I cannot take all these dick-riders
My bitch addicted to hatin'
And kissin' my ass
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm too
Much of a narcissist
F**k on my reputation for a bag
I can sniff out you proximity
Bitches, I can't be responsible
I'm not your dad
Up in the mornin', I'm cleanin' my
Babies, the switch on that bitch
I make sure it don't jam
You niggas know that I'm down with
The sickness, crash with the quickness
F**kin' up bands
Mask got a nigga like I'm Peggy
Ipkis, I went to Lipschitz, he gave me Xans
Kimber, Keltec, Rockford, Draco
These are a few of my favorite bands
I'm slim and shady but I'm not a Stan
Tracy McGrady, I jam with one hand
Grow up lil' nigga, you not Peter Pan
Talkin' that shit 'cause you know I'm the
One with the beats, the money
The drugs and the land
Godzilla and Kong with the mic in my hand
Jihad Joe, I kick in that
Door, better hit my line
The bombs don't land (Bitch)
Back in New York, back in the fort
I'm back with the band jump out the house
Jump off the porch with the 30 in hand
Sue me for libel
I bet you I'm liable to say it again
When I come around, they be quiet, I leave
They be talkin' again (Why?)
F**k y'all hoes, I know I ain't shit
I'd rather get banned
If I'm in the club, then I'm grippin' my 30
I don't wanna dance
Bitch woke up early to hate
You don't even do this for your man
Paying the price for the fame
I'll never be normal again
I'm so terminally online, goddamn
I gotta check myself
I'm so terminally online, goddamn
I don't respect myself
