Ness Lee, Jarren Benton - It Ain't Safe lyrics

Jarren is the type that murders a mic
Then after the show get coked up, go home
Murder his wife
Lee do you rest on a red eye flight
One with Jheri Curls and a beard
Lay low for 38 nights geez I'm buggin'
Word to my cousin
Walk holding my wood like Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Searching for a young bitch to
Give a good lovin' love, fuck
And stay away from whores
Who hate dick suckin'
Retreat back in the street
With plenty of heat
Off of the chain like Kunta Kinte's feet
Gave dirty piss to my PO
Now I'm back in the joint
Jackin' punks for phone time like Miss Cleo
Keep crack stuffed in a big bag of Cheetos
Only one of me goes that's
The chrome Desert Eagle blow!
All I need in this life is sin
Methamphetamines, paper, and pen
Oops I did it again
Severed your skull and spilled
Blood on my Tims call me Tarzan
This nigga's going out on a limb get it?
Vote for Jarren, A Town's ambassador
Fuck rims, bitch, my car has a flux capacitor
The most eligible bachelor
Caveman, see a bitch I want and tackle her
Rick James, beat a bitch up and shackle her
Undisputed champ
Stomp a hole in the challenger

Listen
To get rid of Ness you'll probably need
To find a cure for hustle
When I grind it's like you
Flunked the piss test you're in trouble
The flow is like there's
Strings attached to it since hip hop's dead
Well I'm bringing back music
My CD is that foolish
It evokes the emotions that make folks
On Jerry Springer act stupid
I swing a bat ruthless
And beat a cat clueless
And reenact the featured act to it
For being wack I'll leave your ass toothless
The rhino's here
I'm dancing like Michael Jackson
In rhinestone gear
Your man used to hold weight
Well lipo's here
Holding a 9 and throwing pine cone shells
And don't think that your
Little threats scare me cause, I know fear
And I no fear it's my show yeah I'm ice cold
Like Dolemite the lion's share of y'all
Should name your CDs
Jimmy crack corn cause I don't care
You eyeing fierce with iron but irony here
Is I know queer is behind those stares
Not enough iron in your diet hear?
I am psycho, weird i might chase you while
You climb those stairs
And if I can't cut you dawg
I might throw chairs
A cyclone in a rifle barrel, they like no
And y'all slow, get your typos cleared
Even your blood type is type 0, shea
A'ight, gone