[Verse One: Jakki]
Jakki The Motamouth, the definition of raw
Go ahead and eat me, my worms will devour your jaw
You want the real shit?
Hold out your palms
Let me place my ass on 'em
I donate to the cause
I bet a whore wouldn't fuck with your easy metaphors
Set a course
To simple simile planet, you banished
I'm sick of hearing weak comparisons
I'll smack you dense
You fuck with me, I'll make your wack ass practice abstinence
You in the house? I'll go up in your crib and crash your turf
And show you I'll eat up your self esteem in mama's afterbirth
You gotta pile of tricks?
I got a pile of shit
I toss it at you like, "Here, go play with this while I rip."
I'll go to Heaven and bargain with God
For control of diplomas
Then stroll to Hell with a flying pig to freeze it over
You hard as fuck ain't you?
You walk your talk pal?
Snatch off your knee caps motherfucker...walk now
When I enter a room with a handful of goons
Swinging they rap like a bag of buffoons I bash 'em with brooms
Which one of y'all silly n***as think you can rock the mic?
I'll hit you with a box of 50,000 Copywrites
Throw your hardest punches at me, I'm still awake
The easiest way to sleep me is playing your tape
I'll crack your melon
Yo, might this child be outta place?
Kid I'm happiness repellent, wipe the smile right off your face
Lay a finger on Jakki, watch how I diss you
I'll possess your whole family and make your mama rip you
I'll follow you to your lovers house
Kick in the front door
Let one of my bitches beat your ass while I fuck yours
You praise the day the pain stops
(Jakki it's not working)
I'll rain on your parade with raindrops the size of Mercury
So bring the baddest n***a in your clique to open me
I'll throw a verse at him that'll have your whole wack crew quoting me