Big Top Clown Circus

Lyrics

(SCRATCH INTRO:) Rap now is a circus of clowns Buck-Buck-Buck, take that with you on the way down VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo Young dinosaur, seasoned troubadour Young gunner, Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh Rudimentary, 4/10ths a century 13 years of independence you should mention me People said they want it, I was always doing more Mane I got on my own, nobody got me through the door I accomplished all of that with mental illness & a drug problem Your apartment got a bug problem... We either talk or do the Rugers Organic Pescatarian, you eat food from Hooters When ya make my collard greens, please don't put no ham in it Backstage telling shawty that we good without a laminate Shawshank Redemption, I will get it with a chisel You sold the steak, you did not sell the sizzle, I'ma Sex Pistol, Great Rock & Roll Swindle Carve my words on a tablet like an Amazon Kindle, whassup CHORUS - Craig G When Jake & Craig spit, it feels like you found purpose The rap game's the big top, we hate the clown circus The frequency is peaking, watch the way we drown circuits Rising to the top, the only way to sound surfaced (REPEAT 1x) VERSE 2 - Craig G Don't trip, fall & stumble Craig G, Jake Palumbo From white-collar criminals, cats that serve bundles I see you mesmerized by son, so watch me flare up Like the diamonds on my neck, or Jake's $50 Dollar Haircut Backstage smoking that funk, I'm anti-social I keep a fake number to give to music hopefuls Hold up, you're saying too much you gonna blow up Without the alterations to have the game sewed up Archie Bunker, Al Bundy, 4 touchdowns in one game Better duck for cover, I'm accurate when the gun aim Never trick on dumb dames Me I like to shun fame Keep the hype to yourself, not interested in lung pain Yours must be hurting, cuz you speak a mile a minute I ain't respond once & you still don't know your limits Every time I go out, people be ruining my high And that's why I'm the master of the Irish Goodbye (REPEAT CHORUS) (SCRATCH OUTRO)