Who Is J.K. The Rapper

Lyrics
[Intro] Who is J.K.? What is a J.K.? Just Kidding, Jabbie... Jabbie McJabbington Ol' Bum ass nigga Wassup wit' that fro though? [1st verse] Who the nigga with the Loser Life? Wit' a pen, the illest shit he write With FANG so don't think twice. Eazy-E in the tape deck, right Gate City hoes say "He Nice." Dressed in all black like the night, "I think that's Wesley Snipes" Nah brother that's Jabbie McJabbington I came through on some savage shit Wrappin' rappers in plastic while I just shit on they packaging Fuck the mixing & mastering. Keep it raw like O.D.B O.G. told me my souls the key to your heart opening My poetry make you say yes like Floetry & I'm flowingly saying "Fuck you" to the niggas that ain't notice me Fuck yo dream, middle finger up like fuck yo team Yea, this shit gets ocean deep See he be that nigga from 93, teen. Smokin' on all'a that green seed Planted inside of my arteries. Part of me is partially "Fuck the world." But the other half wanna take over it, but I'm over it Find a girl, slide in her ovaries & I'm potent g Like the kush that I breath & I can't even see Like who is that dude in the mirror? It's a holocaust for these rappers, kill'em all so i'll clearer nigga [Hook] I be rollin' through the city. Keep it low, Keep it low Them women when they see me. Yea they know, Yea they know But them niggas when they come though. Yea they act like they don't Sucka niggas always frontin', pretending like they don't know Like "Who the Fuck is that nigga!?" I don't know, I don't know "Who the Fuck is that nigga!?" I don't know, I don't know Like "Who the Fuck is that nigga!?" I don't know, I don't know Like Who the fuck is YOU nigga!? "I don't know, I don't know." [2nd verse] Who the nigga that don't got no chain? Who the nigga that say fuck the fame? Lames in the same lane got me strained Maintain while I bring you that flame Like Charmander of the game Fang Gang cells run through my veins All I got is my flow & my name, don't forget it Me & You the same, if you wit' it Gotta dumb it down for the people that don't get it But I gotta turn it up for the people that really feel it From the beginning my nigga I been spittin' the illest shit Whether freestyle of written I'm always tempted to kill it Got the words of a killer, Got the mind of a healer I'm the lyrical Hitler Give up if you thinkin' you can fuck wit' a nigga The competition is ended with a fatality finish I'm like Dennis the Menace To these fuck ass critics that be judgin' me, figure You think you know me, but just because you ride my dick Don't mean we fuckin' homies See I know you getting lonely but bitch stop depending on me Last year you was like "Who is that? ...Just a nigga that rap" Then you said that he was so ass Now you jumpin' all on my back Then I throw 'em off, like my bad I don't even know none of you niggas like that Who is you is what they ask, Bitch who cares what I said back [Hook] I be rollin' through the city. Keep it low, Keep it low Them women when they see me. Yea they know, Yea they know But them niggas when they come though. Yea they act like they don't Sucka niggas always frontin', pretending like they don't know Like "Who the Fuck is that nigga!?" I don't know, I don't know "Who the Fuck is that nigga!?" I don't know, I don't know Like "Who the Fuck is that nigga!?" I don't know, I don't know Like Who the fuck is YOU nigga!? "I don't know, I don't know." [Outro] Skinny nigga.... haha, Juh-Kay (J.K.) That's what I would Say...Just Corny
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- J.K. The Reaper