Lyrics Power Ranger! (Alternate Version) - Jimmy Luna

I tell em to eat a dick quicker than Trump catchin' niggas at borders
I got a mental disorder or so they say
I look in the mirror askin' like how are we gonna make a few hundreds
Triple the thousands off stupid shit I create
Ah nigga
I'm finna take off nigga, I wanna cake off figures
Made from the shows
Curvin' groupies & hoes
And takin' exotic trips just to make a couple of clothes
I got a couple of clones, but I ain't one to expose
I ain't one for the foldin', the origami is old
Annunaki the goal
I don't fuck with the fact that they want me to show
How I feel for the dough
Why the fuck do I have to make stupid ass videos
With niggas & naked hoes for attention, that shit's a dub
Niggas go to the club, I just like makin' songs
I don't fuck with the bongs, so don't pass me the bowl
Don't pass me the dro
I don't smoke, gotta go
Got shit on my chest, Sasori
These yt mothafuckas finna love my story
When Ben finish this damn documentory
I'm finna have the whole world shook, like Maury
It's been a couple years and i'm still on my fuck shit
Eatin' junk food, weird names, Dick Butkass
Hello mothafucka, hey, hi, how ya durrin'
Bitch it's Jimmy L baby, known for sippin' on the urine
That's another beef (uh)
What's up with me (uh)
Why doesn't the whole world already fuck with me (uh)
Is it because I don't have any cosigns, oh my
Hopefully they see me off this next line, okay
I just put a pregnant bitch inside of the trunk
I might just take her down to the river and get a hump
Tyler called it a threesome, Solo like "aye save me some"
Now we havin' a foursome, gotta call Liam Neeson
Hop right back in the Nissan, skirted off like her clothes are
Left her with runny nose, who knows if the baby still on
Fuck it, let's pop a pill, i'm ready to sip the mud
Call up my Prism buds & tell em of my excursions
Look at me i'm surgeon
Cut her up like this verse (uh)
Showed my niggas the photos, they said i'm fuckin' worse uh
Maybe maybe m-maybe, the baby might still get birthed uh
We should go back and search em
See what's goin' on first uh
Hol' up, hol' up— where did the fetus go
It didn't grow feet and go, it had to be in the womb
Turns out that this hoe was alien from the go
And now we all gettin' probed— true story that I told (uhh)
Mothafuckas always wanted me to play the background
Nigga do I look like a background nigga
Whyon't you eat a dick
How does that sound nigga
How does that sound nigga
How does that sound nigga
(Uhh)
Mothafuckas always wanted me to play the background
Nigga do I look like a background nigga
Whyon't you eat a dick
How does that sound nigga
How does that sound nigga
How does that sound nigga
Uh
Uh
Uh
Right
I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook this for a song, look
This is a PSA
Right to the USA
Jimmy Luna is not someone to fuck with
We sendin' shots at yo fitted you better duck quick (gratata)
I said it once I'm not gay, my nigga I suck *beep* (no homo)
And one day a young nigga gone kick the bucket
Knowin' I said fuck it & did whatever I want bitch
Maybe i should be creatin' somethin' you want huh
Maybe the clout is the reason i'm out of luck huh
But if my fans said fuck it i'm gonna shove it inside of everyone face
I might not have to give up (right)
I got my fist in the air nigga it's upright
'Cuz i'm the hero, the bass, niggas is uptight
Like they ain't have the same chance to be what i'm known for
But that's none of my business, I got some shit on my plate already
I don't need another
Dealin' with fake niggas that call me their brother
Had me a sister, she ran away for the summer soon as she got her a mister
Nigga this is not a bummer
But fuck it, we lettin' out all the anchors & anger
Niggas claim they wanna fly and ain't at the hangars
Nigga you do it or don't, can play with yours if you want
But i'm not lettin' emotions get in the way of the goal
Fuck what they on 'cuz
Mothafuckas always wanted me to play the background
Nigga do I look like a background nigga
Whyon't you eat a dick
How does that sound nigga
How does that sound nigga
How does that sound nigga
Uh
Uh
Uh
(So hey, how are things with you and Prism Tribe going)
Uhh
Once upon a time there was a rapper named Chozan
He left us for a girl I don't know and
He let her talk shit behind my back
Had the nerve to feel attacked
When we called em on his BS & wished us thee best
I guess everything comes to an end
Was hurt at first but now i'm over ever being friends
'Cuz you called me your brother, use to talk for fuckin' hours on the phone
Talkin' bout when we get on
We would help out one another but cappin' ain't my forte, so take ya fuckin' friends back
All them fake with you 'cept Josh, Matisse, & Shaq
I told you I was strugglin'
You asked me for a cover then proceeded to deceive the mothafuckas you put under you
Luna said she had my fuckin' back until the end
Soon as shit had hit the fan, she unfollowed Instagram
Everybody turnin' on me like I chose to be lied to
But fuck it let the real expose itself until the sky's blue
I didn't ever mean for this shit to end crazy
And don't get me started on that salty nigga AG
Invited to be part of somethin' bigger than ya self
Guess that nigga thought the wealth
Would come from niggas being lazy
Won't kick you while you down, but you said that i'm out the loop
Who the fuck was hittin' you up tellin' you to come thru
Move in with me & Solo so we could produce the tape
Mothafucka you a lie and your excuses gettin' lame
Parker take that out yo bio, you ain't former Prism Tribe
You resigned, don't give a fuck if you a girl or you a guy
Don't give a fuck about the clout, if i see y'all then it's cordial
If you wanna escalate it mothafucka then i'll ride
I'm the most loyal nigga that i've ever fuckin' known (right)
But these fuckers with no morals toss our bond right to the side
If you left Prism Tribe then you dead to me
Thank you for the good times, but it's rest in peace
Nigga