Lyrics Rappin' for the Fuck of It - Jesse B Dawg

I rock a nylon pick and a baggie full krylon tips
The world will flip when they feel my style on this shit
No challenger has ever stepped to a star destroyer
Imma loiter at your employer im waitin' for ya
N if you feelin froggish motherfucker leap
Cuz im the kinda rhyma that could get a mime to scream at me
Im busten wheelies on a husqavarna
Puffen marijuana stuntin' like im travis pastrana
Im the guy that they call jbd
I got an open third eye thanx to dmt
N if they ask me for something badder to fuck with
They get stuck quick with my hung dick and burnt with the blunt tip, I eat champions for breakfast you bum bitch
Think again if u thinkin u swim with shark fins
I start shit been known to finish it too
Ill have you visiten the dentist when im finished with you

Droppin' em fast when Im blasten' blood splashes
Real, Real
Thats how people get fucked up
Droppin' em fast when Im blasten' blood splashes
Real, Real
Thats how people get fucked up

I fuck with bongman homie thats the muthafucken set
Put a pistol in your face n make it smoke like a ciggarette
Catch me in a screem mask, sayen wassup
Smokin dank through a fish tank then fucken u up
All the openers sucked
The show was super wack
What happened to selling tickets
N gettin venues packed?
I attack with such an elegant steeze
That the assasins creed brotherhood is jealous of me
The relics i bring are little lyrical gems
You'd have to disturb a tigers' slumber
To get your hands on them
I gotta darker gift then brad pitt in a vampire flick
You rock the starter kit ur plans are always backfirin'
Its makes no sense you ain't earned no respect
Your on beginner mode imma hardcore vet
I leave the scorecard scared with an encore set
I been in more bitches cars than Alanis Morrisette

Droppin' em fast when Im blasten' blood splashes
Real, Real
Thats how people get fucked up
Droppin' em fast when Im blasten' blood splashes
Real, Real
Thats how people get fucked up

OK, yeah
Imma one man band barbershop quartet
I bring doom to the muthafucken Audio cassette
Ill fucken body you any beat any tempo
Shit get killed on a kidz bop instrumental
I dont give a fuck yall are just sitting ducks
I Apocalypto flow then eclipse the sun
I do this shit for fun fuck a promo run
Me solo is better than anything that you homos done
Stoned pacman on the big dot diet
Fuck a rap career shoot a cop n start a riot
Eat a lions heart then tear a fucken rhyme apart
Drink a gang a bang then bang a gang of private parts
I bring bible smarts mixed with tribal arts
Im finish with the mix before the fucken trial starts
Im the boss man, Spokane Bongman
Dreaded up freak that sleeps in a coffin

Yo, that was the illest rhyme I ever seen son
Ahahahaha