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Jack of Co.Z Los Angeles, California

Jack of Co.Z is the rapper half of the Co.Z duo, set loose to wreak havoc with words. Some of Jack of Co.Z's work is on original instrumentals, much is mixtape style rap. Mixtape rap is usually more offensive, but ideally more honest. Not suitable for those unprepared, but everyone else should enjoy freely. Jack also produces as CompanyZ and is half of Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist. ... more

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Track Name: Co.Z Snow Day (featuring Zoë of Co.Z)
I loose control as I get older
Remember half of what I told her
Take a hit a trust, lust and love
High on life, not just the drugs

27
It was snowing hard last night, you can sleep in
Kush&SnowDay got me chilling till the weekend
I'll be home late, cause I'll probably be freaking
Like when Mary-jane me and vanna had a threesome

Trying to get some change in this world so I be some
Kush&SnowDay, do nothing without reason
I was snowing late last night, baby sleep in
Like when Mary-Jane me and vanna had a threesome

54
Oooookay
did you really hit it though?
ooooo, hey
doubting me is pitiful
I never play, I got nothing to hide
I'm just, living true, rolling along with the ride

I do me, you do you, let's try not collide
I'm not making a rule, I'm just tryinga imply
Maybe you're problem with I, is a problem with yo damn self
You don't know you're boundaries, I know mine but no I can't help

You gotta decide, what to do and what to not be
Why you busy judging others when it's yourself that you do not see
I'm guilty too, and yeah I know I kill these hot beats
But at times I am not me, I'm in a play, I wanna press stop, please

Instead I smoke a lot of weed, so they wanna go and lock up me
They make pot the gateway drug by saying that's in not clean
But sugar's a drug too, they sell that a lot to me
And Pharmacists are like drug dealers that won the lottery

That's bureaucracy, in front of hypocrisy
Thats just the ways of the west, blame Socrates
Who this cracka? Jack, you don't know me
If you don't get high, get Co.Z


Except on a snow day...except on a snow day


2:30
Maryjuanna ain't a drug, it's nourishment
The pills that you pop tell lies, I'm sure of it
If not, it's the crackahs serving
They should do time for dealing, they're deserving it

The ad for the drug, I don't believe a word of it
Except for the side effects they say occur with it
The junkies that I know first did OCs
You think the got that from a dealer, please

They got it from their moms, who got it from a doctor
Hosewife stress but no she was not hurt
Shoulda smoked pot, now your kids shoots up
Stealing money from you for that new stuff

And they selling that adrenal you put em on
Cause the test bored him and it took him long
Now his baselines fucked cause of drugs
He's a better business man up with a buzz

2:51
And successful CEOs
Love to put coke in they nose
The upper class doesn't do drugs
That's a lie, I would know

Benzometholecgonine, that's cocaine
A reuptake inhibitor affects your brain
Seritonin dope and noropinephrine
A momentary rapid pace of thought is what you're left with

But it's lame and that shit wears off
And it's cut with crap, and it has a high cost
60 bucks get's you wired for a minute
Or you can smoke a blunt, with a whole 1/8th in it

Then the crackahs made it crack for the blacks
And it sells like an Eminem Rhianna track
Instead of that I tried coke on pot
Kush & Snow Day, choke a lot

The smoke is hot, but the buzz is all right
Chillin but awake but not up all not
I got to try it, so I know the truth
Instead of living in fear of it, and wanting it too

3:25
You make it illegal, it attracts the youth
We specifically strive to be different than you
So you say pot's bad, we think it's the best
And we clump it with opium, heroin and meth

Those drugs are bad, but how could we know
Speed is illegal just like hydro
Smoking that is fine, so I guess I'll smoke speed
How much worse than coke could it be?

MDMA LSD and DMT
Can open your mind, set you mentally free
But only if we use carefully
So I only do it with people who care for me

PCP and XTC are dirty drugs
Sex on speed, or a murder buzz
Cut with poison packed up, and overpriced
Ripped bitches off going clubbing every night

Rots your brian, just like pot?
Your friend confirms that, but I do not
Cause we're all not exactly the same
But you choose what I can and can't do with my brain

By the way, the FDA
Aren't even doctors anyway
They get paid to say red meats good
Cause they do what's profitable, not what they should

4:07
Like dat rock in the hood
They move pills a CVS
Drugs for joy, focus, sex
All with lethal side effects





This is Zoë of Co.Z, welcome to Kush&SnowDay
If you're anything like me you probably don't really know what a mixtape is.
That's okay a lot of people don't know
I think it mean's it's free, and sound too much sound like Little Wayne
But what you should know is we're Co.Z, CompanyZ
And our new albums videos and shows are coming soon
So listen closely, laugh mostly and last but not least get Co.Z
Track Name: We Know
I don't hear the compliments, I'm cocky but lack confidence
They tell me that's I'm on my shit, but they don't really follow it
They play me once then switch it back to DubStep wobble shit
And mainstream mashups with the flows filtered like bobbles bitch

Me I stay on top it, the lyrics never counterfeit
I write em, record em, mix em, on my own you count on this
But they don't understand the words unless I rap along to it
Rap is mindless chant these days but I'm on to it

Fuck that bullshit, I don't want none of it
Who a bitch? You a bitch. Also you the son of it
There I go, on some "fuck you, like me" shit
Cause I think you're too stupid to hear the truth and believe in it

Oh don't do it, you used to be the truest
Now it's about the fame before the message of the music
Ya either rich untrue and arrogant or poor and modest
But I'm balling out and just trying to be honest, they don't want it

I know...
I'm so rich, acting like I know shit
No shit crackah, you don't know shit, then I tell
I Know

But I'm trying learn the truth, spit it in the booth
Mix it up and send it out to all of you until it's something we know
We know

Money isn't everything, but it's on my side
Maybe I should use it to defeat injustice
Who the fuck am I? Can I be the first who's tried
Spread the truth but there nothing to do so fuck this

If we can't fix the world I'm over you
The end of every ism overdue
Awareness is the key to know the truth
But why we gotta do all it, mutherfucka aint this just about rap to all of...you

Drake expressing all his fucking feelings
While trap rappers auto-snitch about all of their dealings
I'm trying rap so we can stop the hate and rape and killing
But it's just me myself my lyrics and my mommy's millions

And you probably though my daddy made that
But she put herself through college and into a maybach
And she raised me to get knowledge and question the fake crap
But I'm too ivy and white and rich, so they don't ever really wanna play my disc and

I know...
I'm so rich, acting like I know shit
No shit crackah, you don't know shit, but that's something I know

But I'm trying learn the truth, spit it in the booth
Mix it up and send it out to all of you until it's something we know
We know

Money isn't everything, but it's on my side
I wanna share the happiness 'till no ones left to cry
Track Name: On Some (featuring Gripp & DJ.Be)
Can get enough (Cause I'm awesome)


0:13
Pretty fly for a white guy
And I ain't been this high since I was 14
So I apologise if I say
Stupid shit about my cash money fame dreams

Like whats up with this hip hop
More shit for crackahs to be jacking from the blacks
And when will all this shit stop
Fuck stopping it, I'm trying get racks on racks on racks

Went and got a mic to put Jack on track, you could say I'm on one
Hundreds of em, I'm on a roll, every other day I'm getting a song done
If I ain't on what your playing, it's the wrong one
A mainstream rap gig seems fun, I want one

No cash from record labels though because I'm on none
But my mommy got miles of money, long funds
Name a rapper like me, cause I haven't never known none
Take Care or you might be the one I take the throne from (watch it)


I don't care about the money, or the system that I'm from
I'ma write until you hear me, and I'll rap until I'm done
Now I'm on the fucking rise, still I've yet to have begun
Kush&Snow and bass and treble, take you to a higher level


Bitch I'm on one


On some higher level mixtape shit
On a roll, mind on my chick, haters on my dick
This a higher level mixtape disc
On point, on my shit, on a fucking power trip GET Co.Z


Kush&Snow in a broken dutch, it brings you down or it lifts you up
Depending on how you hit that shit, change to be made and I'ma get that shit
Cause I want some, damn wouldn't that be awesome

1:42
I'm on my own in my head, on some pain meds
Everybodys on drugs, I blame the feds
They create the black market through monopolies
America's a gang cartel oligopoly

Stop me please, I'm on a rampage, with the media
I don't believe in Fox, I just read some Wikipedia
Write a bit, like these lyrics that I'm force feeding ya
If you were saying shit as thick as this I'd be repeating ya

Nothing is original, but every things unique
Know your influences in order to move forward to peace
Of inner mind and body, by awareness in the soul
I'm on the Journey of Life, and we're all outta control

So stay on the grind, stay on top of facts
Never on a slut cause my girl she stay on top of Jack
Thus I stay on top my shit, build my future from my past
You want honesty always? Yeah, I'm on that

I don't care about the money, or the system that I'm from
I'ma write until you hear me, and I'll rap until I'm done
Now I'm on the fucking rise, still I've yet to have begun
Kush&Snow and bass and treble, take you to a higher level


Bitch I'm on one


On some higher level mixtape shit
On a roll, mind on my chick, haters on my dick
This a higher level mixtape disc
On point, on my shit, on a fucking power trip GET Co.Z


Kush&Snow in a broken dutch, it brings you down or it lifts you up
Depending on how you hit that shit, change to be made and I'ma get that shit
Cause I want some, damn wouldn't that be awesome

3:12

4:05
I don't care about the money, fuck the system that I'm from
I'ma write until you hear me, and I'll rap until I'm done
Now I'm on the fucking rise, still I've yet to have begun
Kush&Snow and bass and treble, take you to a higher level


Bitch I'm on one


On some higher level mixtape shit
On a roll, mind on my chick, haters on my dick
This a higher level mixtape disc
On point, on my shit, on a fucking power trip GET Co.Z


Kush&Snow in a broken dutch, it brings you down or it lifts you up
Depending on how you hit that shit, change to be made and I'ma get that shit
Cause I want some, damn wouldn't that be awesome


Co.Z GlassEyeballs
Track Name: I Am Just A Parody (featuring Licki Ucroj)
Jack Ripper, hop on a track quicker
Jack a rap flow, make satire sounds slicker
As if I'm that liquor, Jack can make feel sicker
But maybe theres depth to this mixtape, my shit thicker

Well go figure, these rappers they say fuck a lot
They rap about how cool they are and how the haters suck a lot
Suck what? Prolly fucking cock
Dammit, there I go again, I'm addicted, can't fucking stop

Knowing me I'll brag then I'll rap about pot soon
Rhyme scheme on lean with a flow like a monsoon
Bitch I'm awesooom, did he mean awesome
If he get's too creative with his voice it'll costume

Get it? my words are a wardrobe
Rapper are actors, so we can do the lines fast, or slow
What the song about? drugs, cash or hoes
Is that a Trap Beat by Lex Luger, I'll take four of those

A verse from Tunechi, a feature from Rihanna
Start my own label, try to sign me I don't wanna
I'd rather pull a Kurt and find Nirvanna, cause they're phoney
I parody these companies and do it better, Co.Z

I am just a parody, but you all are scared of me

You should be prepared to see, C O dot Z

Yeah you don't know Jack, he don't know ether
Even if I worked with Nicki I would never meet her
I would greet her, as CompanyZ's leader
But both of us put up some shows as if we're in the theatre

Sometimes we act hard, punchlines get you beat up
Saying fuck these bitches like the dogs of breeder
You haters suck a lot, I feel bad, take a breather
You think I'm trying to be like all these rappers? I believe ya

What? Switch it up go fast
Got a crackah bitch saying "did you hear that?"
What are these lyrics? they aren't clear Jack
Are they about coke? Nope they're about crack

That shit these rappers selling
I mix and fux with that
I guess that makes me a felon
Bitch it's just some raps

I parody rap marketing tactics and expose these
You're company is YMCBM? Well mine is Co.Z

I am just a parody, but you all are scared of me

You should be prepared to see, C O dot Z


Me, I'm like Weezy or Yeezy cause I'm a douche
Slash genius slash beast on any beat in any booth
Slash running everything without running it by you
With more songs and albums than you'll ever get to do

Zoë she's that singer type, a little coo coo
She drives the happy pretty poppy stuff the Co.Z duo do
That Katy Perry/Gaga shit but obviously better
Cause the former's washed out, and the latters getting wetter

Gripp he's Jay-Z, with the voice of God
With an actual degree good for an actual job
glassEyeballs LLC, like a parent company
With ASCAPs and lawyers incase you trying funk with me

Doze is like that Wiz kid, not cause of the pot
But cuz he loves adolescence chayin or chilling a lot
Jack is SlimShady, too raw for Marshall Mathers
The type to slit his wrist with smack needles cause it don't matter

Licki she dat Nicki bitch, crazy, with some MPD
Multiple Personality Disorder and they're all friends with me
We don't do it though, I think she likes the bitches
But it's not just to appeal to certain demographic niches

I am just a parody, but you all are scared of me

You should be prepared to see, C O dot Z
Track Name: The Motto (LACK) (featuring Ty Na$ty & Licki Ucroj)
Y'all don't know Jack, and y'all don't get it do you?
But you think you got the deal as if I said it to you
Got a problem with me let a crackah know, bitch
Spit it out like you're bulimic and I fed it to ya

Real crackah all day and tomorrow
But Mommy paid for everything, I guess it's all borrowed…
Fuck the money honey, cause it might just buy you sorrow
I buy happiness with knowledge, and don't expect you to follow

I repeat I repeat I repeat
You don't know jack shit, you don't know me
You follow me on twitter, and I know you see the tweets
If reality is instrumental, you don't catch the beat

What? Should I slow it down and let a hater know shit
No bitch, I'm all over this kush and snow flow shit
"Holy moley do you really smoke this?"
Burn through grass like a fire breathing locust

Roast it, toasting bread seems like boasting
Fuck the dough, I care about the mixtape you're hosting
Co.Z the company, see oh dot zee dude
I'm comfortable, don't fuck with me, cause I don't wanna be rude

AWWWW you should let a rapper know
If you want me spitting on a track or opening a show
But I'ma have to go and let the haters know that
If you think you know jack, fuckin let a cracka know wassup

Think you know Jack, trying get a smack?
Let a crackah know, that's the motto bitch, LACK

Tell em mmm whatcha say whatcha say whatcha say
Like the bitch on OC the truth'll blow you're ass away
I said mmm whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say
Mikey Breeze in the place here to let a cracka know wassup




Tryinga get shanked? Bitch u betta plank
Is that racist? Let a blackperson know, LANK

Tell em mmm whatcha say whatcha say whatcha say
Like Jason Derulo I'll be a star one day
I said mmm whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say
Get Co.Z in the place here to let a black person know wassup

Got the flow on go, got the kush and the snow
Did you hear the words though yo
Let a crackah know
Track Name: 6'7'8' (featuring Gripp, Mikey Breeze & SeanyDu)
Jack The Fucking Ripper, hide your little sister
Cuff her ears, close her eyes, don't let her play with listeners
You call your songs joints, mines a blunt, lemme twist her
I don't just fuck a beat, I split and lick and stick and fist her
Flick a bic and light her up at night as if she vegas
What happpen's in her stays in her, deeper than a grave is
Just like how the water runs, flow is so amazing
Tripple entandres, and meanwhile I'm blazing
I'm way above y'all, on another plane kid
Gotta eat my vegetables and all these haters brain dead
Flyer than a G6, pontiac and gulf stream
Flowing like petroleum and you can't get the gulf clean
You think I'm phony homie phone me or approach me
Representing Co.Z, you can tweet, post or poke me
Pause, no hoes please, rolling up a oz
Folding paper planes, toking blunts and getting blown see
I smoke a lot a weed, eat it breakfast dinner lunch
Buy the six foot seven foot or eight foot bunch
No problem with no homos and I'll give a hobo bones pause
But I hate a haters hate and you don't get a bone dawg
Not even a phone call, I'm the one whose got it locked
Heard your girl only moans when I'm the one whose got it cocked
Got it dropped made it pop, hotter than a stove top
If rapping is your vehicle than Jack would be your road block
And I'ma jack it, whip whip it to the chop shop
Strip her tip her flip her then I floor her when her top drop
She call me hot cock, but I'm not a warm rooster
I turbocharge intercool and boost her
Now to the business, my Company is Co.Z
A hip hop collaborative made up of me and Zoe
I do the beats and rip a flow, she sing and rap too
We'd sell to little crackah bitches more than black dudes
Ivy league mixtape rapper, get my raps screwwed
By my damn self, you lack the logic where's ya app dude
I got the protools, to build some mixtapes
I always flow true, you only spit fake
And this is practice for Jack, I got phat raps
So I exercise them, and then they lap tracks
A white bronco runaway no OJ
And i coulda spit it real fast but i figured would you follow me? no way
Co.Z, Kush and Snow Day, and such...
Track Name: Victoria's Secret (featuring Ruff)
Jack The Ripper



Striptease, baby lemme get a peak bitch
Bend it over, lemme see victorias secret
God damn, oh that's where you keep it
You should see this, she just showed me victoria secrets

[Ay (yo) Ay]
These hoes call me Jack (uh)
More swag than ya ordinary crack (uh)
Make her moan when I hit from the back (uh)
Plow it like a tractor, got cozy, then jacked her

You see any ESPN cameras? I ain't no balla bitch
But I made so money selling weed this week, and I'm spending all of it
I know you ain't a female dog, but I'ma call you it
You got me felling all turned on and neanderthalish bitch

I don't go to strip clubs, I go to college
Found a girl with a lot more talent than just knowledge
Only wears lingerie, like it's Nevada up in august
Soon the panties'll be abolished and whats left'll be demolished

Now she taking it off, and she making it hot
Like she baked it with chilly peppers
But she cold as a frozen polar bears toes
And a peguin's pecker
Mix that up with a lava flow and shake it a lot
and you break the record
Now I got her butt naked 1 min 21 seconds

Striptease, baby lemme get a peak bitch
Bend it over, lemme see victorias secret
God damn, oh that's where you keep it
One bad bitch with victoria secrets


Ay yo Ay, lemme get a peak bitch
Bend it over, lemme see victorias secret
God damn, oh that's where you keep it
One bad bitch with victoria secrets


G strings, b cups, c cups, v strings
Throw it on the ground bitch, bounce on these things
Ya all dressed up, like she says she trying have a ball
I got two of those bitch you can have em all

One big room, full of mad bras
One bad bitch, trying 'em on all on
One big rooster leave a pussy raw
Best i ever had, so far gone

Ooops, wrong song, but y'all know
What's the secret bitch, watchu stallion for
She make me go stupid, off the honor roll
Zhen bei hao le ma? Bitch vamanos

Time to go, fuck the clothes, drop it low, time to play
Make me say, that shit that shit that shit cray
I'll admit, that shit cray but is it insane as this?
That's some dick, ain't it bitch

Ay yo Ay, lemme get a peak bitch
Bend it over, lemme see victorias secret
God damn, oh that's where you keep it
One bad bitch with victoria secrets
Track Name: Ripper What? Gripp Who? (featuring Gripp & Zoë of Co.Z)
Ripper what? Gripp who?
Gripp what? Ripper who?
Spit that flow this be Zoe
Here to remind you mutherfuckers get Co.Z
Mutherfuckers wanna ack crazy?
Hit ya with numerous tracks till you play me
Jacks so amazing, like Yeezy and Jeezy, the tracks stay blazed
I don't need you to believe me, your girls stays crazed
Now you're craving to be me, I leave em in a daze
Haters try to follow, copy me, I leave em in a maze
Now we see there ain't no stopping me, cause I don't even pause
And if you think you're ever toping me, I leave you needing gauze
It's Co.Z
Hatters falling down with pockets full of posies as they rang around the rosie
You don't know me
Jack, I be at you back, round ya neck now pray to me like a roseries
Tell the homies
Attack ya with a flow, and if you think you'd spit it better bitch show me
Or blow me
But that was just a rhyme, I got a dime, I don't need your fucking dome, b
You're phony
Like anybody ever trying claim to me their shits holy
I deserve a Tony
Swagger stay means and my humours got timing like a Rolly
Hot like Zoë
Yeah we trying sign, but I ain't gunna let you bitches own me
I said Co.Z ....what.... C O Dot Z
I studied Andre for quite a bit of time
My favourite thing I learned: how to fuck and how to rhyme
Rap and sex, ladies see me flow
Show my tongues fast, now they want the love below
But I ain't going down like the temp of the globe
Unless you be a girl that I start to get to know
And that's ain't guaranteed, cause I'm trying to get up in it
Ready, set, and you'll be wet enough to hit it in a minute
I suggest crackers go invest in the best pair of headphones, ebay bid it
Like AKG K701s or if in a whip get that system kitted
Co.Z hit it, shit'll make you shiver in spine from your sole to your mutherfucking fitted
And I ain't gunna say that we the best, wait, yeah, we the best
Got these hoes "no he didn't" yeah I spit it
Gripp what?
Do you think you can fuck we?
Ripper who?
C O dot Z,  G-R-I double-P
Got beef with the haters so I'm eating ya
Ground the meat, get it cleaved, now i'm beating ya
Cause the slow flows hits ya too
And the rhyme scheme shits on you
Got shit to do, so I'm passing the mic
And he's tight, so you don't wanna ask for a fight
Alright, I came into the business with Gripp
Now we ripping it, finish this shit 
Track Name: Fuck Everything (featuring Licki Ucroj & Jack McCrack)
Fuck everything

Fuck everybody, and fuck everything


Fuck this beat, fuck this mixtape
Fuck adlibs, because that shits fake
Fuck New York, fuck Cali, fuck this state
Fuck your accomplishments, and fuck your mistakes

Fuck ya mother, what? Ya daddy did
Mutherfucker met you and now he's mad he did
Fuck offspring, bet he wish he never had a kid
Fuck it, solve the problem with some semi automatic shit

Fuck it though, if I don't know you, I won't miss you
Fuck your friends for being all sad, and fuck their tissues
Lifes a bitch dude, what the fuck did you expect
Everything is suffering, and nobody is due respect

So if you get it, fuck it
You're opinion is irrelevant I'm thinking nothing of it
And you can't tell me otherwise, sucker, so shove it
There's a "fuck it" mentality, we'll never get above it

Fuck everybody and you, fuck what you say, I ain't trying to understand you
Fuck you loser, you could never win
When I'm on that "fuck everybody fuck every thing"

Fuck everybody and you, I ain't given up on life yet, but I plan too
Fuck you loser, we could never win
When we're on that "fuck everybody fuck every thing"


1;30


Fuck everybody like a bisexual bitch
Fuck your shoes, walk a mile in mine, and then step to this
Fuck class, fuck race, but we aren't the same
You are what you've done and can do, fuck your last name

Fuck yo raps mane, unless you mixed it too
I only play Jack mix tapes, I don't listen to you
The lyrics, recording, mixing, and album art, thats me
I dropped two tapes, what the fuck you do last week

Fuck that, this and the other
Got a daughter? I could fuck that bitch and her mother
But fuck fucking though, I'd rather make her think I love her
When she likes my shit and Facebook, I'll move on to another

But really though, fuck hating stuff
The world is based on facts that you crackahs mostly made up
Every new moment in life is a place we've never been
A lot of it is fucking painful, but love everything

Psyche, Fuck everybody and you, fuck what you say, I ain't trying to understand you
Fuck you loser, you could never win
When I'm on that fuck everybody fuck everything

Fuck everybody and you, I ain't given up on life yet, but I plan too
Fuck you loser, we could never win
When we're on that "fuck everybody fuck everything"
Track Name: Co.Z Weezy Shit (featuring Gripp, Doze One, Licki Ucroj & Jack McCrack)
Hi I'm Jack and I'm addicted to rap, HI JACK
And I don't taste like applejacks, why jack
You can call me Audio Jack, my tracks are crack rock
Feeling pretty high, like I hit the Jack Pot



I just smoked a lot, this might be some Weezy shit
Ivy league cracka jack rapping, they don't believe in it
Jack rabbit hip hopping never rap soft
Jackin for beats, then I flow cold as mutherfucking Jack frost

I come hard, jack hammer, haters jack me off
Ejaculating on you bitches, wipe that off
I'm too cold, get a jacket before the frost bites
I'm a Jack of All Trades and the source owes me lots of mics

This my Jack the Ripper accent, I'm european
Jack B Nimble, rap around the track like a race car, per diem
Every single day, Jack Sprat eats no beef, only rappers
Take a shot of Jack, I leave your heard spinning till it ends up feeling like its backwards

Drop ya in the backwoods, like I drop Jack hearer in a split blunt gutted
Fuck propper grammar, I'ma fittinga take my jackknife and leave all you muthafucking kids cutted
Like that dude on the moon, jack up my tunes, I'm be burning day and nite
Jack your whip so I can give it back and say that shit just isn't nice

I got a G55 galandenwagen with a big jacked up price
But I didn't buy it and I didn't build it, so you should only praise me for what jack writes
And yeah jack nice with the pen while these other mutherfuckers something more like jack cheese
Monterey, fuck these bitches, fuck these jackass donkies

Honkey please, bitches light up like a Jack-o-lantern wherever jack walk
But I'm deep in my dime ass girlfriend, I guess you can call me jack in the box
Flow like the pale of water I sent that bitch to go get up the hill
They said "what bitch do you mean JacK?" Idk, my bff jill?

I'm hungry jack, eating beats 10 a week and still I'm never done
I admit I get my change from my mommy, call me Jack Nickel son
Here's Johnny, by the way did you know that's my real name
Changed it years ago, too many johns in second grade

Too many Johns pay for sex, come on man, stop
Too many record labels should want my John Hancock

1:46
Lumber Jack John's wood's longer than John silver's
Flush these rappers down the John, Jack shit's realer
Flow like John the Baptist, drip it on your children
Flow so holy, call me Pope John the million

Air I'm just trying jack a billion
From record labels crackahs, to give it to black children

Kush & Snow Day, I mixed the tunes and wrote the raps
But you're unacquainted with John, and you don't know Jack

Get Co.Z, This is Kush and snow day
Trees and some cocaine, and that treble bass...sound
Got Co.Z, ring around the rosie
Pocket full of poise, we all fall down
Get Co.Z, This is Kush and snow day
Trees and some cocaine, and that treble bass...sound