Jackin' Foe Beats

Lyrics

[Intro] (Drop a old school beat) "The original Jackin' For Beats: Ice Cube" "Jackin' For Beats 2: Sticky Fingaz" "Jackin' For Beats 3: (Straight jackin') Violent J (Brother) of ICP" "What?" [Verse 1 (Hypnotize by The Notorious B.I.G.)] Get chopped, wakin' the dead master I'll twist your head backwards off instinct, then my hatchet sink In your back. Say a prayers, my Detroit players I'll be sick juggalos, stickin' dick in the nose We bust you better than you do if we choose to If we use your beat, [?] we'll lose too It's a who's who of whose own flow we brush new Soon everyone will be crushed, so we in no rush to [Verse 2 (A Milli by Lil Wayne)] "Hatchet!" "Duke is doin' it." (Straight jackin') A killionaire ninja bustin' 9 milli's in the air Fuckin' with these painted killer clowns, juggalos I dare you, get near, don't even breathe our air. We hear you There would disappear you clear the area we share, bitch You best beware, 'cause we'll tear right through your vest, don't spare you So you'll be left, you embarrassed, now with scars, and don't compare us 'Cause they only hearin' us and trust you rusted homie glarin' is a must Your shit's phat without the phat, millions of fans ("Hated that!") Only fresh when you fade to black. That track was dope, you made it wack Reverse platinum, gave 'em back that plaque. They came to take it back [Verse 3 (Black Beatles by Rae Sremmurd)] "I took your fuckin' music, and I ain't pay to use it" (Straight jackin') (I'm admitted doin' shit deep down in the graveyard) Your beat wasn't shit 'til I stole it (That's right) Why the fuck would you even let me hold it? (Hold it) Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Milk dud) Let my nuts hit your tonsils and your throat blood (That's right) Your beat wasn't shit 'til I stole it (Ha ha) What you did with this beat was some bullshit (Ha ha) Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Oh yeah) Diss me, they'll be slippin' on your spilled blood (Alright) Hey you, bitch boy, is you dreamin'? (Is you dreamin'?) Open up your lips, guzzle my semen (My semen) Sue me, bitch. Get in line. (Get in line) I don't care; I'm broke. That's fine [Verse 4 (Gummo by 6ix9ine)] (Straight jackin') "Hatchet!" I'm the King of Pop, 'cause I pop ninjas like a wheelie Pay for this you hope. Nope! Your beat is dope, I steal it. Feel me ninjas? I pay for nothin'! Nut in your whole belly button Tell me somethin': why the fuck we yellin'? For nothin' I pluck your shit. Sue me. So what? You nothin' to me Heard you be booty stuffin' right up your doodie muffin Your shit be extra roomy, blew out your fruity butt in sluttin' Ruined your poop chute, it's through with shuttin' [Verse 5 (Work It by Missy Eliot)] This is now Violent J's new shit And none of y'all about to do shit. Check it Take your fresh beat and rework it And insane clown wicked here to merk it Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA Took your fresh beat, made it my shit Start a wicked-ass juggalo mosh pit Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA [Verse 6 (24/7 by Esham)] "Yeah, even if you're down with my crew" (Yeah) "These mother fuckers need to know" "Ain't no wicked shit like this Detroit wicked wicketshit" Six six five, hella live Liftin' this is a felony crime from the UP down I-75 Enemies die. E and J with the heavenly vibe An Esham classic, I'ma snatch it, try to match it 'Cause it truly is that bad-ass shit These mother fuckin' big stars in charge Pluckin' shit from the underground, dippin' hard Now we rippin' your shit off, livin' large Straight trippin', makin' your shit ours [Verse 7 (Hotline Bling by Drake)] And your shit was weak until I freaked it Now it's got a whole new light Weak until I freaked it (Freaked it) Suddenly the groove feels right I took your shit and lit it up Now it's tight and shinin' bright I took your shit and lit it up Hit me if you wanna fight "We can thump. I'll ice that damn jaw" [Verse 8 (Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice)] "Yo. ICP. Let's do this. Ha ha ha!" Alright, stop (Brother!) You never liked this track? It's mine now, mother fucker. The shit phat Rob's my boy. You diss his rappin' Fifteen times, bitch boy. Platinum He fucked Madonna, or she fucked him Well you fucked her jackin' off, pretend 58,000,000 chillin' in the bank Let's see what you got: blank [Outro] "Family! Family! Family! Family! Family! Family! Family!"