Jackel

Lyrics

Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
 Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
 White boy, looking like an angry tatted cabbage patch
 That flies economy, but Lola's got a Gucci travelbag!
 Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
 And two chrome platinum battleaxe's that cattle brand
 I don't battlerap as I shadowcast
 Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast!
 I got a new girl, who knows how long that'll last?
 Wants me to tie her up, but said I have to put the paddle back
 Master of the universe, He-man, I'm back on battlecat
 Mad'll rap — circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back!
 I sabotage and camouflage and cause an avalanche
 So call an ambulance, while this track keep playin a mandolin
 Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
 I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
 I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
 I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
 I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
 Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
 Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister
 Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, I'm a triple twister
 What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
 Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
 Okay, remain sober, insane cobra, the evil green dragon
 Pain's over, white range rover, to silver G wagon
 I watch for new popular acts like I got binoculars
 Cause one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
 But 'til then, rapper fuck around he's getting stamped out
 Devil ain't just knocking on my door, he's fucking camped out!
 Would someone please tell Lucifer I'm back to being a recluse again?
 Every night I pray to God with Jesus on the crucifix!
 And I don't want no problems, but the little Goblin's gone legit
 No disrespect, but following your path, my life has gone to shit!
 And even though I'm dope as barrels full of coke and heroine
 I'm happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is!
 The devil's laughing, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams
 Me? I'm down with juggalos, paint our faces like Halloween!
 Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller, I am Skeletor
 My juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an Eleanor!
 I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
 I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
 I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
 Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
 Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister
 Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, I'm a triple twister
 What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
 Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
 Ayo I'm doper than a barrel in a boat
 Full of heroin and coke
 Still I'm straighter than an arrow in a bow!
 My style's beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
 But I'm more like Charlie Manson, when I'm tearin out your throat!
 Once you get a buzz, if you lose it, it's hard to get it back
 So I'm working seven days a week while tryin to keep my head intact
 So many rappers now, don't matter if you're twice as dope
 Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope!
 But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it
 Dude, I'm to militant
 When I get in the zone, I'm an abstract evil poet
 And I'm still yet to have my time, I think the people know it!
 I'm in the Barker Lounge coming up with a darker sound
 Hellhounds, and demons in my head, my dogs are barking now!
 It's fun to beast but gotta leave the ego out of it
 Hit the kids with love, cause that'll beat the evil out of'em
 Backpack rapper, I am underground, it's pretty basic
 Just get a pad and pen and smokes and find a dirty basement
 Little devil, I rap for angels with dirty faces
 They come from hurting places, feel it when I'm blurting statements!
 I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
 I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
 I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
 Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
 Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister
 Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, I'm a triple twister
 What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
 Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:03
Key
7
Tempo
176 BPM

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