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edgar allan poe - j.c jones lyrics

[verse 1 j.c jones]

its my time ive arrived
in the building here to thrive
p-ss out greatness everyday
if you ain’t talking about pay
move the f-ck out of my way
droped my mixtape on twitter
generating a small buzz
better start to pick up
my work isn’t a mere hiccup
in my raps i speak the truth
i’m a one man show
write rap and record
you think by now i’d be bored
pop an aderall instant concentration
don’t f-ck with me without inintation

i blow these amateurs out of the water
burn them to the third degree
can’t deal with the heat index
i’m the only one that’s next
these rappers don’t compare
puliing joints out of my hair
getting high as f-ck
its blood shot or bust
nothing else to trust

sick of getting treated as a second option
not playing 2nd fiddle to anyone
im not robin im batman b-tch
search my game i got no hitch
so what i don’t have a studio
won’t stop me from doing your hoe
won’t f-ck any b-tch
must meet my luxurious standards
you better be f-cking hot
i’m not giving out free pot
pick this place up throw it down like kareem
leave my mark get a banner in my name
hang it up in the hall of fame
faded and dedicated

girls that are dissing me
girls that aren’t missing me
not answering my calls
hold up put your stupid lives on pause
this nonsense has me fed up
you girls need a tour guide
beyond clueless
getting screwed over by stupid guys
you see there all the same im differnet
when wil they understand im consistant
im here everday day
gonna have it my way
girls saying they’ll let me know
minus well say f-ck you
f-ck you i should you f-cking hoe
twist your words around edgar all and poe

angry n sick
locked up in a cage
my mind full of rage
about to explode
have fun sucking a chode
if you wanna a real d-ck
ill take it out real quick
fill u up till you cry
feel like your not alive
thinking your living a cool life
celebrate getting with sc-mbags
bragging about how you got arrested
you get a bone from all men
i’d rather try with someone prude
who knew you could be this rude
what type of dog are you a hound?
i should send your -ss off to the mother f-cking pound

- j c jones lyrics

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