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

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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