Get Co.Z Jack (The Ripper) Welcome to The Ripping Point, roll it up and rip a joint Jack the fucking ripper spit in deserts 'till the shit is moist Y'all like "who that?" hear him coming with the right noise This a new Jack (not another fucking white boy...) Intro track: check a mic one two Spit a bit of a disclaimer: when my flow blows through That I might not by sounding like myself–not posing Just not quite holding my usual composer So if ya jaw drops I'ma say I told ya My lyrics got dirty well shit I got older And bitch I got bolder, my flow got flyer Because I been rapping since Hov' retired And now I'm on fire, addicted to the rhyming Probably from listening to his shit all the time and André from Outkast, Red Man and Mef Erykah Badu, D.P. and Mos Def Eminem, Ace, Lil Weez, and The Roots Big Boi and 50, B.I.G., Busta, Snoop Coming through me when I be up in the booth Bitting shit is stupid, me, I'm just influenced Diggidy Das EFX, Gods son, and Rakim Zion I and Ludacris, but I am not them More of a disciple, studying 2Pac, J Live Big L, Devin the Dude, Clipse, Tip and Tribe I'd have go on naming all these rappers for a while To ever try to credit who influences my style Keys, Lenny Kravitz, Davis, I'm playing em Marley... Bob, Ziggy, Stephen, and Damian Trying be Madonna, the next kinda Gaga Teaming up with Zoë cheer us on like rara (Who?) Co.Z, C O dot Z, Google it Shit is free on facebook, we rock, and I'm proving it (Who are you?) Bitch, don't you hear this shit? Killing it on the microphone I made this so you're clear with it 508 287 2331 Text me if you feeling it, or trying get some beefing on Me, I'm just rapping, and this is just a mixtape Flow is so legit it be crazy to say the shits fake But chill don't you be offended Just 'cause I'm brining a lot of change like amendments But fuck modesty, just for the moment I'ma do what I want on this tape cause I own it You didn't buy, I gave it out for free The Ripping Point mutherfucker, welcome to Me...

Rolling up a mutherfucking blunt Got a skunk on the sole of my dunks And a stash on the tongues, full of that fire igniting 'em Bic in the left one, piff in the right one Bitch get to stepping, if you ain't  here to smoke That shit that when you toke, yeah you damn near choke Damn that's dope, throw a lil' coke on it I'm gone now on that mutherfucking chronic I'm Burnt, Burned, Charred, Sizzling Tipping on too many drugs for me to tell the difference Methylene dioxy methamphedamine I'm rolling Swagger mean, cleanest crackah on the scene, I stroll in  Like, "hold up bitch, who the fuck you think I am?" Hottest honkey in the land, and won't be stopping 'till I'm laying Six feet in the dirt, with my songs still playing And I bet I'll still be burnt, like a ginger tryin' ta tan Souless, flicking a bic at a steamroller Middle of the campus with cops coming over Fuck it, Im'a smash it right there at they feet Light a blunt, blow an o and then peace No rent-a-cop beef, but I tell 'em F T C P Fuck the crooked police, and bureaucracy Narc, oh you better stop it please Get burnt, 'cause you don't know how hot this be Best learn, yourself, a little bout Jack Bet I dibble/dabble in whatever your bitch think is phat And by now, she heard I rip a fucking track Spitting lyrics delivering shivers quivering her back And uh...yeah, I know she like that I'm her dream, she's a fiend, I'm the pipe to her crack Im'a light something fat, then she might think I'm wack Why you getting high, Jack? I'm'trying to terrorize cats Get it? Get it? "High jack", but I keep it fly after You see tetrahydracannabinnol as disaster I see it as natural, not cause it's a leaf But because it's all molecular and elementary I lay it all out on table, periodically I say I stay burnt, but they say that I ain't outta be But what is right relative, I ain't feeling wrong 'Cause loads of geniuses at Brown be passing me the bong And if thats wrong I don't want to be right You may groan but to me it's a delight and I think it's alright  So I get burnt everynight, everyday, everytime in between and we see I still write That tight-like-virgin-mary type lyrics that when you hear it steer us to go and sign the hype C o . Z Get an urn, mutherfucker, that's right I ignite a mic on any day or night and leave a mutherfucker BURNT

The ripping point, mutherfucker, good evening Dick in ya bitch, she keeps coming without leaving I hope me fucking her ain't coming in between ya Shes leaking my your bed room, covered in my semen You shoulda seen her, ride me like a bronco Horny like a daemon, I hit it like a bongo Played by guerillas in the congo, she screamed  And then passed out, now she's responding like FEMA Had her flooded, you could swear I broke a levee You can doubt the dick but your pussy gon' believe me Find me in the sciences library scheming Eye fucking chicas 'till they dream bout my penis Distract 'em from they reading, they keep looking up at me Thinking that my dicks about small as I'm ugaly Sound it out, Rachel found it out by rubbing me While we were dancing to this song, isn't that loverly? Sweet, wrote this went and got the beat Poked the chick on facebook, now she'll be in my sheets Squeaking. Had few dates this week and I ain't talking mutherfucking meet and greets I beat that harder than I speak on beats Meaning that I'm better than I claim to be What? That ain't even been deep slayed like this Finish and they tell me they know why I say I'm the shit They ain't even seen it, like I'm a mirage Rock 'em like ford, ram 'em dodge Knock 'em like doors, by a SWAT unit Standing over me cause she dont have to sqat to it Flip her over lay her there and I'ma do the moves I'ma do the "uh"s she gon' do the "ooo"s I'ma do the fucking, she gon' do the coming Your hands on you own dick, she's thinking nothing of it Burn, when you mutherfuckers gon learn? Killing this beat, spit the fire, get the urn Don't earn no pennies, I just do it for rhymes Like Obama with the change, bet you seen with the dimes In my mutherfucking prime and probably vaginas I'm on my shit, like a bunch of fruit flies is Quicker than my wit I'll have the chicks undressed Then I lick on the clits and the tits on the breasts Jack take a rest, my guy friends want me to stop My girl friends listen sitting smiling wanting cock Some think I'm just kidding they be like "oh, Jack" But if I rapped about you here you know me better than that You know the boy packing, you know the boy a ridah And I don't mean gangstah, I mean when I'm inside ya And when they meet another guy, they wanna come back Shouldn't'a stopped, my cocks like been there, done that I'm pussy plowing animal, g-spotting crackah Hit em with the dick a bit and chicks swear the boy blacker Plus the boy a rapper, his lips and tounge are vicious Got 'em rubbing on my dick as if they'll get three wishes Got ya misses, on my jock Giving kisses, to my cock They had a Facebook relationship last week She wanted to know if they should break up, and asked me Hmm...

They think I'm biting, sounding like the white little Wayne And I ain't just saying it trying to get paid I already got paper, like a library Go and chec k the books crackah so clever it's scary Gun ya with my book of rhymes, biblio tech ya Pat ya hoe then take her to the back yard and deck her And I don't mean tackle, hoe you think I'm fishin? Rod em like hillary then chum all over bitches Realer than the roll of line, double paid like overtime Flow and rhymes so devine show you even if you blind Hoe you need to get in line, like some rollerblades Without the semen in ya eyes, I don't know ya face Any time any place, I'll show you're a discrace I'll serve you like a tennis playin waiter with a plate Eat it sucker no objections, don't fuck with anorexia Throw it up like bulimics, if you sneeze well then I'll bless ya They like "my God", and I answer bitch what I don't mean sodomy, but I'll get your shit fucked Wanna be mighty? Better make like a daffy and donald and duck But I'm already going over your head, so you're in luck Even though I am above, you still don't understand So I assume you're kneeling, either blowin me preying My shit is so fly, it's bound to hit the fan Something like your daddy I'm the mutherfucking man Or like oedipus like Jack said on Gripp's doing the most I don't speak modest, I'm honest and fluent in boast Rock the boat till it don't float, flow around you like a moat goes Gloat cause it's greener on my side, like where a goat goes Dope as op i um, I dont leave no hope for them Not even in the unseen, like that book ron suskind wrote, and then I show how to drop a flow for them, the pros I'm approaching em Any want beef, treat em meat rap heat up on the beat and roast em Toast em, the bread the is the beat, rhymes are the butter, flow is the heat Melt that mutherfucking dead on wheat, rye or whatever kind it may be High, space ships fly underneath Devine, if I die, get rise outta me Your bread is like matsa, blame it on the yeast I got a lotsa, golden like the fleece Ancient greece, well done smarty Keeping up with me, hit up iparty Once knew a hater, dated a hottie Sparked his girl, cause she got naughty Speed it up please, rappers are retarded Flows so old, never get carded Spooky clever, wittily haunted Yeah it's adverb, check up on it I see what you're mad for, you think I'm impostor Well if I'm an actor, I should get an oscar Switch up my voice, suddenly I lost ya More complex than the carbs in your pasta Major with modern culture and media You're the consumer, this is me feeding ya You think fast, well I think speedier Pause my shit, hit up wikipedia Big big money, but it ain't about that It's all about the rhymes in the lines of the raps Flow flow so cold that the quality is solid Ta top of my game mutherfucker I'm on it On it, like lips or like bagdag, bomb it Drop shit, hot shit, stop it, they don't want They can't handle my shit, they knock it like it's phoney While their girlfriend plays jockey to my pony

It's all just the periodic table of the elements In complicated ways that they were slated for development Data interpreted by atoms that turned rational I'm a case, the human race, I prove it when I'm asking you If you think you're passive or you think you have an active Contribution to the passage of that which we call time If you're rolling, catch your traction, I believe in what is fact And you believe in what is fact/in and we're really both fine Selection that is natural says that if you can survive You deserve to and to me the simplicity is devine My God, physics'll blow ya mind Literally and figuratively and it saved you if your fine Yeah, now that's a mutherfucking idol Simon can diss it, science gon dish it unrivaled Gravity gon bring ya down down to ground Waves flowing in the air gonna bring you this sound No dissing till yo as listen I'm just preaching like your missions If your Christian, if you're not then I'm preaching like rappers glisten Meaning I can do it, why not? Get high, try pot? Got some THC up in my mind, did I die? Nah When I said faction, did you think a little group? Or did you think contraction, fact or fiction, which is true? Semantics...read the lyrics; I mean do what you can do Cause the only laws are physical, sorry boys in blue But if you get caught, it's prolly cause they got a bigger crew Can I live? I'd allow the same for you... Accuracy is relative, we're all a bunch of elements And facts are only facts when repetition proves them relevant Hear me now, I bet your ear drums feel me now These are my beliefs, I'm just making em familiar You can think they're weak, and I prolly won't be killing you I don't believe in hell, does that make me more willing to Stab you in your temple and enjoy it like a villian does Who says the iron in your blood should be inside of you Everything is natural, even the unreal I act for what I smell and what I see and what I feel With most the world devote, I'm preaching a minority And trying to convert you to create my own majority Horribly horribly Something like Satan, commence with your ignoring me

The names Jack, nobody rep ripping like me I came to rap, play hitters came to listen me What? You hit play, didn't ya, I glisten on beats I got back to the point cause your missing it see This album just flows and rhymes and sick beats Though it's not sugarry diareah, the shits sweet If you ever look at me you can see that the dude chillin Yet still he has it locked like a building that rooves villans And billions of rude prisoners too, I hold strong though Ever with the riots inside me, I stay calm yo I bring extended metaphores like they're similies Nothing to me, I'm so rapper, so mc like energy Well, the sqaure root, haters aint offending me Cause if you hate I bet youre just too stupid to be getting me I'm setting free my style, keep an eye out for Co.Z Yo he so rapper, if you doubt it, you don't know me Cause he so dapper, and he's so clever Always individual I swagger Jack never Roll around town in a big whatever Your 9 11 cool but I'm on another level So if you bought it, to show off, then roll out Through a turbo in it I'll still pass you, no doubt In a big wheeling rap bumping SUV Tinted black windows, chromed out, back seat heat Uggh if I didn't know me, I'd call me a rich bitch But when in a rich community I'm still a misfit Like to write rhymes so now I'm doing this shit Crackah on the track scratch like he got an itch itch Jack is so rapper, none alive can doubt it I opened up my mouth and all these rhymes came out it And I ain't got no time for dirty rap on my own beats So I talk shit on yo beats until you know me And no it aint fake like chezzy macaronni Like weezy and hovi but also got my own steeze Teamed up Zoë, you've seen us maybe The teams called Co.Z, the themes going crazy I just write these raps while I'm blazing Mixtape flowing just to show the kids amazing The Company we're really trying do for real Start our own label give our damn self a deal They be like, you think you're so rapper, guy stop it I be like it, fuck it yo rap's a side project So rapper, eat you like a lunchable So Co.Z, hip hop comfortable I'm glad to admit I am your man that is handy Welcome to Jack  Get Co.Z Understand me? Company ZoJa That's the plan B J & Z, with an umlaut over the E

Mutherfucker get Co.Z I stuck on the rap scene as if you suckers know me The rhymes in my flows insinuate that hoes blow me But we don't know him yet, so lemme break it down homie Show these doubters what I be about We have hit a ripping point, time to bring the beating out Bleeding out your speakers now turn it up make it pound Burning up a bit of green now back to the breaking down I'm just here to spit flames, show I love the game style Please don't hate the player, just cause you aint here spraying fire Sparking like a flint and steel, you can hate it I ain't trying to be the greatest, I just want to be in position where that could be debated Check the mike like a jury did to jackson When he allegedly had given kids a bit of action And then I kill it like the romans did to Jesus Stab it in the side, hang it up, and leave it bleeding And you stupid shits are prolly gunna prey to it Doubted first, quickly proved wrong when you play the shit I torrent it, I 'll never buy my own stuff Make a track with Zoë, go and take it if you want us Get off of mine, haters, please get on your own nuts My flow was childish but now we see the shit has grown up Co.Z both young, thus the labels wanna own us They know that both the fellas and ladies wanna bone us Marketable but our brains are developed So we know we're a company, and you don't have to tell us Producer and product, a single work of art The worlds our white cube watch us blows the walls apart Yeah, Spit vernaculars to cause your brain to fart Rip the/rip the shit spectacularly, serve em a la carte Any time any place one verse get mind blown Labels better pick us quick get your grind on Or we'll be hostile, come in and take over Change that shit into Company ZoJa We're the composers, engineers and lyricists On the mics we'll killing it and yeah I know youre hearing it Maybe I'd be modest if we honestly admitted it Did I spit it wicked yeah I did and I'm the shit at it And I ain't baby goating ya – What? Kidding ya Jack The Fucking Ripper grab the mic and take a shit on ya

Born in New England, sitting in my dorm Thinking bout some shit that I could put into a song I think of 93 the year my brother showed up I was 3 and chilling, to the hospital I rolled up Up the elevator, I was prolly souped Prolly didn't think about the crying and the poop My mom was all tired, my dad was all stressed I said "what up my brotha" then I went back to the nest Well the house, two kids and a spouse Dog happy ever after how it turns out Right? Maybe, I ain't seen the end At times it's been dark and I ain't seen around the bend No light in the tunnel, had me frightened. I bet My brother might have felt the same at night up his bed I'm sorry I'm just writing what is coming to my head If you ain't feel it, go ahead on to another song instead Yeah, my bro and I used to fight Over who got to go visit grandma that night Grandma was a fighter, but never hurt a fly Sadly, when my mother was young, her father died She grew her own pride, and made her own money Even though a woman making money seemed funny Dad's dad was shit, from Australia he split So then he went to Newport, there to sail ships Yachts, boats, whatever Type of shit that floats on an ocean or a river Or a lake. But I digress The two of them met and created this mess That would be me, followed by another A little bit different, that would be my brother Used to go to Church, but he got us kicked out Claimed he was the devil, grabbed some cash, and flipped out Well anyway, it's undeniable he'll go to hell He's Satan, and smokes marijuana as well He got into Choate, what?, Rosemary Hall Hated the fucking place didn't want to stay at all But then he met the track team, they smoked a little bit Stupid chick got caught, and then she went and fucking snitched Three in morning, pulled him outta bed Not a first warning, this is what they said "You're expelled" and he was like "fuck" And they were like "wait until your parents show up" He was prolly thinking like he got no luck But I was thinking "sweet" cause the school fucking sucked $40,000 dollars, kept it, no question If it had been cops, no one'd even be arrested Just because a bit a THC got ingested  Donald Trump a graduate? Well I ain't impressed bitch JFK is long gone, y'all should get fired Or every motherfucker at that school should retire I'm tired, of the systems In which they seem to value human restriction But alls well that ends well, gotta hate the pain though We hate the tools and players, but we should blame game yo And then go and change it, strain to rearrange it Until there no complaining and everybody's painless But that ain't reality, daddy had to split But we be chill chilling like we don't give shit And yeah we just might smoke weed a lil bit But we still run marathons and spit some fricking hits Uh yeah, like this, right? But I don't write no more on this so goodnight That's just a bit of my life, a bit of my life

I looked into your eyes and lost my mind Yours was loosened too and I could see you trying to hide it Then we try the smile, but we're both kinda shy Had me feeling like I'd only ever get to walk by Thinking money over bullshit like I ain't got the time But cupid shot a full clip, dead into my mind I don't believe in fairies, mutherfucker, nice try And I don't need you to tell me when this girl is looking, fly Coffee shop in the book store, OH my Recognize eachother quickly as we caught eachothers eye Cause yeah, you've seen me, and yeah I've seen you And put the two together what you think we gon do I saw her at the rock first, thats the library Hunny looking fly yeah she had the guy staring Staying on my mind, see your friend, try to find ya At the cafeteria finally said hi to ya Walked by ya, prolly I shoulda sat down As the rappers tell me to, I shoulda laid my mack down Or at least shoulda just wrote my damn math down But I lacked the confidence and thus proceeded to back down But hush the past now, who the fuck is that guy Sitting in his caddylac, you must think your mad fly And then I pass by, shoulda made a move Cause now this other dude'll prolly end up dating you And my ex lover dumped me, so I ain't in the mood For another cold rejection, so I don't make the moves By in my heteronormative misogynist society I gotta prove my confidence by never acting idly And I know I'm bees knees big deal trust me Performance like a jet plane when I get to thrusting Well endowed in the wallet and below the belt But I try to keep it under wraps, seldom show the wealth So I don't sleep around, but yes I want them all.... Window shopping ladies as I'm walking down the halls... Fall in love, rather, fall in lust But then I fall out, feeling like I missed the bus So if you want me, prove it, hint it from the movements I want you in control, but you expect me to be doing it Spot you all the time, got you on my mind And if you see me searching, bet its you I want to find But isn't fate kind, you found me We started to walk by at MGMT But you paused, and it coulda been the shrooms Or the MDMA but you were the prettiest in the room ...And we were outside at the time When I caught up with reality I heard you say hi I half heard your name, Julia, Juliet Jewel searched em all on facebook, and hadn't found you yet Was it me, or did the handshake last A little too long, but feel way too fast But now it's in the past, and we found we get along Cause how could she pass up a rapper writing her a song

Now I ain't trying to brag, I just work with what I'm given And I'm lucky to have ridden in the whips that I have driven You could say I have passion, for turning off the traction Control hit the road wheels squealing gas mashed in Rolling past the bastards who think that they're the fastest In mommy's masserratti with a hottie tunes blasting And it's prolly Co.Z, rolling by the police They told me to slow down, heard the sound, yeah they know me All around town, accelerate at fast pace And if you wanna see balling follow me to the gas station Yeah, I make it rain on them hoes On their pumps, trade some paper for some real black gold Naw I'm playing, my truck runs on juvenile seals I blend them shits myself to see that my impact is real Engine reving, global warming, shit is getting hotter You can't catch me, quicker than the golden snitch in harry potter Quicker than an fucking impala and the cheetah that can beat it and eat it Yumm yumm quicker the cops impala too so I keep on speeding Dumm dumm, over twice the speed limit, you'll get cuffed Endangering recklessly I guess that he don't give a fuck But usually I'm chilling slow, smoke a blunt of pleasure weed Bumping tunes, make it pound like the British treasury Stupid bitch impressed with me before she even heard me rap Cause I got a big Benz with AMG on the back Other people judge me and think that I'm prick If you think you know me before you meet me then suck a dick Yeah yeah my truck is sick, but I didn't design it I'm impressed by the art, not the money that's used to buy it Put the chrome on the car, cause I like the shit shinny Not cause I want you to thinkin that I got big money And my engine is insane cause I love the human mind Big truck, but I bet I'll hit 60 in less time And every time I do it, an engineer is validated Our race used to fear fire, you could say that now we've made it I love creations, you call it materialistic  But so are hippie rich kids who only buy thrift shit They'd pay anything just to look like their broke Like rappers will say anything to sound like they got dough Get money, give money, do what you gotta do No such thing as right or wrong, you just gotta be you True to your tastes, lack a style, go and make it But don't just go and buy expensive stuff, that's fake shit Don't be buying crissy if the cracker owner disses ya Don't be a follower, be you, but be sure to listen to Those whose style you respect Don't be offensive to those whose style you reject Me I'm doing me, bitch you better do you C O dot Z and we're nothing but true

She said she gets dirty, dirty down to the dirt  You know how I do it do it do it big until it hurts You feeling purdy purdy well baby make it work You're know you're hot so drop it to the dirt Yeah she said she gets dirty, dirty down to the dirt  You know how I do it do it do it big until it hurts You feeling purdy purdy well baby make it work You're hot so drop it down to the dirt Clawing at your mutherfucking shirt This shit is the way girl you know I'm trying to work I be perched up on the top of your breasts 'Till you're wet enough to pop I will not take a rest Cock getting pressed, all against your thigh Now you take your jeans off, shorty wanna ride Yeah someone turned the clean off, I got dirt dirty I guess I kept it secret, even while flirting But I think that you peeped it, decided to meet him Sleep with him make him want to freak you all weekend deep in Dayum, I'm have you leaking and squeaking And get the whole dayum place creakin' Poke poke pokeing on your g spot baby That was just a taste, I'll go g spot crazy Make you wanna lay me, baby let me lubricate and get in Got you wetter than a mermaid sweating, dirty Dirty, dirty down to the dirt  You know how I do it do it do it big until it hurts You feeling purdy purdy well baby make it work You're know you're hot so drop it to the dirt She said she gets dirty, dirty down to the dirt  You know how I do it do it do it big until it hurts You feeling purdy purdy well baby make it work You're hot so drop it down to the dirt I just played this girl Good Evening, its a hit Now I'll beat it, pound it, something like a greeting with a fist Or a song by Jackson, of course I'm getting action I'm latching on you snatch like I'm trying to get traction And that was a stretch, but what did you expect Paint it green and I bet the chicks'll think my dick is shrek Never seen it, she don't believe it, but then she felt it It's mean when I through my penis up in your pelvis And get you wrapped around my finger, you heard me Make you ride it like you a you're working at a derby Or sitting on a mutherfucking bull that keeps bucking She don't wanna fall off so of course we course we keep fucking She was strutting before, now she limping Dirty talking hit her with a lil big pimpin' Bend her over, fuck her in the mirror till it hurts– And then she say she likes it, and got back to the dirt, dirty Dirty, dirty down to the dirt  You know how I do it do it do it big until it hurts You feeling purdy purdy well baby make it work You're know you're hot so drop it to the dirt She said she gets dirty, dirty down to the dirt  You know how I do it do it do it big until it hurts You feeling purdy purdy well baby make it work You're hot so drop it down to the dirt

I know it's been too long since I texted And I bet you think I moved on to the next chick But I've been busy baby, pressured and stressed and Can't make it to the phone at the tone leave a message Sorry I'm forgetting, to slow it slow it down For a second, to give you the time you should be getting It's something I'll regret when I want you around And realize that our friendship is no where to be found Lost like a dog at the pound, put the flyers up We aren't what we used to be and now I'm trying to find us But it's hard to wait for sparks to start the fire up While doubting it'll blaze like it had in times behind us 'Cause I wonder could it ever be the same? We'll never be the way we were 'cause both of us have changed I think we could fix it but I'm scarred to take the chance, so I ignore your calls, cause I don't know how to answer Cause it's been too long since I texted And I bet you think I moved on to the next chick But I've been busy I've been pressured and stressed and Can't make it to the phone at the tone leave a message I had told you I'd text everytime I'm depressed And you were supposed to text when you cried And call any time, but fall went by Leaves fell, snow fell, and the Aprils showers dried Now Now I'm drunk dialing, look what I find A number I remembered in my favourites one time But now it's new friends, new list, new numbers But did you even know that you were missed, I wonder We were just friends, but I woulda said I loved you How could it have ended, it stopped so abruptly So roughly, I'm felling like I dissed you I didn't mean for it to be like this, and I miss you And it's been too long since I texted And I bet you think I moved on to the next chick But I've been busy baby, pressured and stressed and Can't make it to the phone at the tone leave a message I know it's been too long since I texted And I bet you think I moved on to the next chick But I've been busy baby, pressured and stressed and Can't make it to the phone at the tone leave a message I left you, didn't say it right I fell outta love, dropped you, and didn't play it right Then I moved on, we haven't talked since But I haven't forgotten how cruel I had been It was too public, we were too young Though I didn't want to hurt you, I knew that it was done But couldn't make you cry, I tried for a few months I'm explaining in this song, cause I couldn't do lunch I couldn't just call, I was gunna write a letter I loved who you were once and will not forget her I don't need a reply, and I don't need you to call me I don't even think you'll ever hear it I just wanted to say I'm sorry That it's been so long since I texted Forgive me for just moving on to the next chick See I was busy, I was pressured and stressed and So all I have is song to deliver you the message I know it's been too long since I texted And I bet you think I moved on to the next chick But I've been busy baby, pressured and stressed and Can't make it to the phone at the tone leave a message

I got them Nike Dunks, Reebok Pumps Creative Recreation, Bapes, NIke RT1s Air Revolution, and the Air Max Condor Flights like the Nike Bigs on the back Even got a pair of vans and some wallabees Asolo boots go where you won't follow me Went to Guatemala got cement on that shit Still wear em, different fashion statement everytime I kick What I mean is everyday you'll see me switching up the shoes Your outfit is a picture of the things you like to choose So predictably I mix it up considering how I'm loco Different days different people say my kicks are dope yo Chilling wit a Brown chick who really likes my wallabees She thinks Nike treats their child labour improperly My preppy crackah bitches love the rainbows and vans But they don't look sneakers, the Pack, I don't understand Met a chick at RISD who loves the RT1s Prolly cause they're fucking weird but thats what makes them fun Crack a beer at a fraternity, with neon green shoes Matching polo cause I thought the theme was dress like a douche They we're doing it, check my dorm closet, no room in it Cause I got more than 42 mutherfucking shoes in it I'm crazy, blame it on blazing, I think I loosing it Up in Sneakers Junkies bet that I ain't just peruse it I got the Orange dunks with suede fur pattent pebble  I don't wear em to show my wealth, I don't wear em to be rebel See I wear em for my health, yeah I need them to survive With some kush and some OJ aint that a fucking diet For the hide, I would tip a cow and slit its throat myself But I'm glad theyre mostly plastic and you don't need my help See we walk in that kick store, pick em up, roll out Behind the scenes theres a lot of shit that we don't know about Somebody designed em, you see these 420s Believe me kid these shits are worth every damn penny Skunk in the soul, stash in the tongue  Got baggy a bic and a half of a blunt They be blabbing I'm dumb, and they call it overpriced A price is what you wanna pay, if don't think its right Don't buy em, buy something else, or Jack mine Mutherfucker, cause you know I know you know my kicks are fly I just told you to Jack my shit So even if you Jack it you're riding my dick They already call it jacking mutherfucker, get off my nuts

Kid's insane with a mean kick game Copy Wayne hoppin on that remix train Sloppy brain ain't impressing me refrain Sloppy brain ain't impressing me, get it? If you don't better look it up cause I've said it So we know it must be clever, and too sweet for a diabetics Yeah I flow like diarrhetics, you could say I'm hott shit Spewed all over your pot, and you can't stop it Like gross, I burn through bread like a toaster Don't let it go to my head as I roast ya Cause you don't even show up on a top rapper roster I got flames, kick it like grandmaster rasta Leave you like pasta, read all over Like a news paper, or my rap notebook Or a menstruation soaked filled tampon Killer delivery yo I'm bout to get my stamp on Stomping, something like an elephant stampede Bumbing, kinda like a fella wit acking You grumpy, and smaller than that fucking lil dwarf Got ya bitch on my pole like Santa on the north Like morse code I dash ripping it fast Like a horoscope, your trash lacking the facts Can't ignore the flow, when you imagined it be wack And then you heard this, what in the fuck'd you think of that Get Jacked Gone for minute, scratch that, less than it Now I'm right back in it, Jack track, 1 minute 10 seconds or 11 by the time that you check it And he already impressively has wrecked it on the record Like wow, prolly with your girl butt naked right now She's a different garden tool, but I'ma a fricking plow All up in yo spot, on top, but getting down More famous than a harry potter chick up at brown What up Emma? Hey now, we should be dating Meet in my suite 400b chappin All up in these beets like a vegetable rapist Chick up in my sheets you can bet she'll be naked Fox like megan or vivica, givein it To me, never holding back, my bitches are unlimited and They felling me, like mac dre Kick it like a hackey sack Say it's wack, but I still gon do it jack's way Soooo look us up Facebook, Co.Z C O dot Z friend us like a homie Then you'll get to know me, from all of my lyrics And prolly wanna blow me, the second that hear it Nah I'm kidding I don't even like dome Cause I'm the type of baller going hard or going home If you're prone to being slutty, or untalented and lame You're sloppy brain ain't impressing me, refrain

I'm the Jack in Wendy's box when even Donald couldn't mack her. She dunk-those-nuts, quick like sonic, you should check-her. Got star bucks, yet underground like subway trains, like I ran up in white castles and burglarized the kings. I'm a beast with these beauties, watch me talk-to-Bell. Got exotic chicks, pollo tropical, Johnny rock this shit, call me Papa John. Say peace to you hut, my mansion can take you on if you're ever quizzed-know ladies feel my shit. Lay 'em down like dominos, then dick-fill-a-chick; Long John Silver, hot enough to have Kentucky fried; I burned Denny, Arby, Mr. Chang, and five guys at a time. Chilli' with some dairy queens who let me handle their breasts. Get down like I'm tryin'a dig a panda express. "That was a stretch" ...that's what she said. Vegetarian, but still she gobble on my meat's head. Said they fishy, so-she ordered me to serve 'em raw and cold; easy, 'cause I'm slick as butter; it makes sense I'm on a roll. Tryin'a catch-up musta' made-you haters relish how I spit; freshly wrap around you wieners like a condiment. Oh shit, I'm glad you'll rewind it, and if you ain't yet it's about damn time bitch. 'Cause thats the first rhyming couplet without food. Spicy rap like Chipoltle, of course I make you drool…I got a lot of greenery, cheese (cheddar) and dough, but I'm so hot I turned it into bread then into toast. And don't you think that I deny my mommy feeds the green, one day I hope to give it back I got more servings than I need. That's iambic octameter, go scan my poet's scheme: the Bard's pentameter, plus a bar of protein. Nah, fuck it yo, bigger: steroids and creatine. this is phat, fuck a diet, I don't mean it to be lean. FIlling boston with my cream, krispy fresh, fuck the cost. I'ma buy it for her then I'll brake that kit-kat off. Trustworthy, virgins, they invite me in (I could take one everyday like a vitamin). RUDE, and too witty for those who hate on it. The only plate you could serve me on is tectonic. Flowing, and I just keep going and going; it's crazy, it makes you wan me to glaze you, don't-it? Vanilla fella, but I bite and y'all just bark a lot; send my dogs at you pussies, make the cops chalk a lot. Damn girl, you smoking good, can you please pass the bowl. You can be my royal highness, let me make your castle roll. I go against the flow, something like a salmon, and show a wide pallet for the rhymes (watch me slant it..). People are demanding, I pop you corny rappers. I'm sweet, but hard like candy, you're the surrounding plastic. Born into cheddar, and I know it's not fair; I'ma try to make the poor rich like Goldy Locks' bears. You should be scared, the way I'm chewing the mic; I'm a terror like a trillion computer chip bites. Geek to the beat, y'all hating it are bitches. Watch me toast these hoes, the flows hot salsa y'alls is getting dipped in. "Damn Jack The Ripper" ladies wanna pay me, but I say that if you get to know me, it'll be free to lay me. Don' read too deep into these sweet as fruit punches; I'm just getting my funny-on, y'all should eat it up like your lunches. Munch it. You're welcome to bite it, I'm the only one who could write it. I am the tightest, touch it like Midas, sweet as white sugar (despite all the whiteness). Mikey likes it, and he hates you, I guess that's life. I'm all over this beat like white on rice. I'm young and got money, Wayne should sign me twice. Sweet lines stick like honey and my cream could get my ice sprinkled like spice. Girls flock to me 'cause they know: even if they, scream when they cum, it'll still be a cheery-o. Then hunny I nut, up in your gut, but notice I waited 'till after. (Hopefully that cream pie won't grow up into a disaster…) Inappropriate, don't encourage me with laughter. I'm fresh, got this zip locked, I'm a seran-rapper. Deliver what you order, strait to your front door bra. Milk 'em for what they're worth, my lines are like coke, get to snortin'. Grill 'em like Forman, rock weller than Norman. I gormet fry then poach, you luke-warm them. I lay her, try to steer clear of the eggs, but I'm all over the breasts, the thigh, and the legs. Sweeter, taller and smarter than runts and nerds. And I ain't scared of beef, I can slaughter a herd. Got these chicken heads bobbin', corn on the cob slobin', my nob get's to breaking their jaws and gob-stopping. Cracka please, Snickers can not feed how hungry that I be. You should read these lyrics shitting on you like diarrhe….UH! Yeah bitch, I'm ready for the test. Big mack rap, (now I'm letting y'all digest). Ciao/chow/chao(s).

Like a watered down Drizzy, you expect it to be Drizzly Rapping reppin Brown Bears now and wreck it like a grizzly They don't check cause they don't care, they just chuck around a frisby I'm the ultimate with flow and yet they ultimately miss me Throw it up on datt piff and see the haters getting pissed At me because he's white as snow falling and never lived in misery And yet I see the pain, just got back from Guatemala Where I saw the otherside, like a mutherfucking baller I awknowledge that I'm pimped out, living on the top Tripped up like a limp, seeing what I got I say it cause it's fact, I don't spit it to be rude But usually Jack's the richest kid up in the room And I don't know what to do, don't know how to give it back My momma was poor and then she earned all that I don't wanna be the prick who's just getting it from his mother 8 digits after taxes after splitting it with my brother Oh shit you better shut up, before they think you're bragging Cause you got different rules than these other rap have and Also have different motives, and different styles of rap And if you hear the wrong parts you prolly'll think I'm wack I rap about ladies, and money and me being awesome So you rap can along and then feel like your flossing Whatever that means, I'm dirty and I'm clean Its hard to stay modest now that everybody's seen Jack The mutherfucking Ripper, laugh at favourite rapper Because he know's he sicker, slicker, quick; his wits are faster Spitting flic of bics, thats flames, for you bastards With wordplay I claim I am the master But I never claim any untruths Only opinions, which change from day to day like my moods

We begin slow, the blunts have been rolled The mirrors getting frosty, it's covered in snow Blow, shrooms, dro, mdma Glow sticks getting thrown, best get out my damn way I'm on a roll, and if you don't understand me Pop the pills, smoke the blunts, sniff that nose candy Let that shit electrify you like a tazer grazed ya Blaze you, amaze you, debase you phase you like a major lazer Major captain crazy flow Hit play I blaze beats watch me go They say I'm amazing, I kill it like a carnivore Here comes the beat now, everbody, pon de floor Rip it quick and viscously I leave you wanting more So my lyrics get around here like a mutherfucking whore Jack The Ripper spit it sicker so go figure they adore Get the beat and kill it, bring it to the mutherfricking morgue Methylene dioxy methamphedamine Yeah I might die from the shit it might better me Flower flipping hippie tripping, Jack the Ripper do it different Who is this body? I ride it get to moving with it Hey hey baby, shit is getting crazy It might be the e but your body feels amazing Maybe we should get get down like the basement Down to the ground, let me show you how I plays it Blazing hot, in deep I freak her Dripping something like a leaking beaker Booming something like peaking speaker Freak her deeper till I squeak her (Ooo) Now let's get Co.Z Let's all get Co.Z What the fuck did expect Through me a beat or pussy bet that shit is getting wrecked Wet, I gush her but my head is never fruit Jet, I thrust her like a racer rev a coupe Do you follow, cause you could never lead this steed Do you swallow, he could never be like me Are you hallow, give me just a minute I'm fill'er up Like the sex hott baby, lemme grill it up I ain't talking mean mugging But if it ain't lovin' it's sure as hell fucking I see what i got and I see you got nothing Inside her, me I'm a get a nut in Come in the place strutting The guys and the gals I be pushing they buttons If the guy strait then I bet that he fucking hate me Gays and the girls wanna date me and mate me And rape me They can't take me I feel my phone vibrarting It's been doing that a hella lot lately Who the fuck is this texting, calling Sexting, 4 in the morning I'be trying party, they be calling bawling Fuck your damn problems, I ignore 'em, stallin What? Do you need Will you let me get my dance on please I ain't got shit to say to ya... I ain't picking up so you better try texting If I don't reply, what you gunna try next then Photo MSG breast pic, what'd they call it? Sexting Delete it ain't seen it I ain't getting arrested I'm sorry that I couldn't pick it up, leave a message I ain't guarenteeing that I'll hear it when I get it I'm sick of the shit, now I nearly need a medic But really just a minuite, a lifetime or second To breath You need to please see it how I see it I mean no disrespect, I mean it how i mean it I couldn't get to the phone, the text, I mustn't have seen it    Since I didn't reply, you think I'm a mean guy Stop fucking calling me as if the shits free Al- hough it's not your business, I'm with someone, you fear And thus I don't pick up cause wouldn't want to hear ...you call my phone I ain't picking up and your worried that I'm gone I'm undersexed, you over text I'm nestled with the my next now sorry you're the ex You call my phone, you get the tone I ain't picking up and your worried that I'm gone I'm undersexed, you over text I'm nestled with the my next now sorry you're the ex You gon get the tone cause I won't pick up my phone... DIAL TONE

Prada bag packed, 420 dunks Lighting up some stuff that leave you smelling like a skunk And I ain't trying to front, I'm just trying to spit truths I got it in the bag, to the game, I make moves I'm a mutherfucker baby, fucked your mother maybe She wanted to lay me, she's Jack dick crazy I can make your girl say she likes me more than you What did you expect when you treat her like a whore for you Now she be like "hold me", she don't even know me Jack The Ripper, slip in, and you know I get it cozy Yeah you know we rep Co.Z Jack and Ms. Chaos, first name Zoë What you gon', what you gon', what you gon' do? When Jack The Ripper come and spit some disses at you You should listen, slit your wrists, and leave your misses unmarried I'ma a pick her up and sit her in my truck that so scary And we're sitting on some big thangs, bumping Wayne or Jigga I show your dame my dick she thinks I come from Africa Yeah I got a jet, but I think my truck in quicker Ever when I rap along to Wayne I never say... Crackah, feeling myself, Dre comma Mac Chill chillin with these bitches like who? Like Jack Like oooh that's phat, boy do that rap Girl you should see Jack when he move that cat I'ma make the putty purr, getting down to the dirt Stay grounded, crazy but down to earth Yeah, I'm from Providence, yeah I'm from Providence Yeah I'm Providence, East Side Find me rolling up a blunt, let's ride And I thank Wayne for letting me bite a couple lines Getting blunted in the G55 And I thank Wayne for letting me bite a couple rhymes So I bite a couple lines, I bite a couple rhymes I write a bit of mine, then thank Wayne Yo Don, let's get some ganj and some Dom Perignon Let's drink that shit, and light that that shit up in my bong If hip hops dead then what the fuck our these songs

Clear the sample, Paul McCartney, or she'll bring the heat about it I don't mean a heater I'm mean she gon' go and tweet about it And her people gon' get on their feet about it, tweeter preacher Free speech on your screen and leaking out your tweeter speakers J Dilla coming through the bass ones, though he passed He'll be living on every time a fan plays a track That's love, make you tin tingle in your lower back Back rub funk, ear drums gotta love that Fear has got me influenced, I can't stay above it But I focus on my love and then I think nothing of it Like right now, writing lyrics, hate is loud, I don't hear it I'm creating sound so I can make it that hate is cleared Unless I'm on a badass beat, then I get bent Anger branches from fear, writing rhymes, let me vent Now I'm chill chilling here with a bit of E.Badu Trying add a track to the album to show I'm being true If I've offended y'all, I can't please you I work at pleasing me that's why I'm doing what I do But you can tell me stop...and I'll consider Maybe zoom out, pause, see the picture bigger But if I reconsider and I find you're just restricting me I'll flick a bird, and flick a bic, and get back to the ripping, we Can split it down the middle like a zipper, you don't own the game I can get involved and most of you don't even know my name Yet, pay back without the debt To those who doubt I'm true I hope you haven't placed a bet Cause I wouldnt want you losing any cash over it Rap's got a low bar, feel me as I pass over it We been given the gift to be able to create The power of the people can be found in what we make And the power to love another person is the truest So love me, come on, I like it, so do it, feel me?