This is a classic brag track I originally did with Waxo, and had a bunch of cool guests. But I lost that version, so i had to rerecord it, without the guests.
A lotta people don’t understand what I can do with a metaphor,
When I say a line that makes you wonder what I said it for,
Mad because I mastered the universe like I’m skeletor
Double g is knocking so why don’tcha go and get the door?
Cuz when I enter the building it’s like a million
In small bills delivered to your children
After the reading of your will, when you’ve been killed like Pillman,
So I’m a loose cannon, like Mariah’s man was cheating,
But I still win. Thank god, if I didn’t change
I’d be with an illiterate dame getting some brain,
Making movies to disrespect you like citizen kane
with the title ‘this kid is a lame: he should be ashamed’,
When I die, I’m gonna be in xanadu screaming rosebud
Drowning In a pool of your blood, you wanna rock after me?
Wear some noseplugs, cuz I’m the sh…
Got a lawn? I’m the one that you need to fertilize it with, get a grip;
when I drop these Lyrics that;ll make you call the cops.
when I drop these practice shots, practice shots.
Criminal syllables in your digital stereo next to your cereal will have you spitting out your cheerios
I tell a rapper who don't wannabe lyrical
You don't k ow what you're missing bro. Your rapping style is pitiful
I rap cuz I just like the sound of my voice.
I rap to entertain myself regardless of your choice.
But I'd you want my records, cool. I'm wit it.
I'm funky enough to blow your mind if you listen.
My formula will leave you speechless like if a car wreck
Had shattered your voice box till its crushed like wes on star trek
diggey doc can't fix it so you have to learn sign language
Which makes it much harder to rap and deal rhyme damage.
I bet you morons didn't even get the reference.
And that's the reason why I'm so irreverent.
Cuz I'm an Ann Arbor wolverine putting metal in my bone claws.
pawning people for paper, because I own y'all.
I jabberwock MCs when I make the mic go snicker-snack,
Eat em like a snicker snack, more hated than Nickelback
Got it covered like nickelbacks, pick six,
Feeling like ebola in your diahrrea, yeah, that’s some sick squit,
MCs are chicklets: wanna go pop, but never blow up,
They just get chewed up and spit quick,
Like new loves with liquid DNA in her mouths,
Whenever she mates with her spouse for days in her house,
But she’s really returning a favor about
The time she had him put his face where her babies come out.
Now they both got dirty mouths,
And since they christened every room, let’s assume that they now got a dirty house.
And there is no debatin. My message to those who hatin?
Before you ignore me, check your motivations.
You listen for hot beats, I listen for cold words
Every rhyme I write is for stopping a heart like Goldberg
from The Third One
released August 29, 2014
written and recorded by Jugghead,
music co-produced by Jugghead and Jonathan "Waxo" Mitchell.