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feat. Planet VI
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
East Side âtil I die ho, fuck you to my rivals
Holy Bible, assault, rifle
Iâm high as hell like Micheal
Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy yâall?
Hatinâ niggas I'm ridinâ off
In A spaceship on gold D's
I freebased then ODâd then I wake up in the ER
Why am I such a retard?
Your girlfriend such a sweetheart
She gave me head in a cheap car
In the back seat, we are not alike
Iâm a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
Say one word to me wrong, then
Itâs click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under
Yup, put a little coke in my nose
Okay, I wanna fuck Marilyn Monroe
If I canât get the pussy Iâll be satistfied if she
Let me put my dick on the side of her toes
M.O.B., no time for hoes
Dick hang like no time for clothes
After I bust, vamonos then Iâll take these hoes at the Dominoâs
I crumble those pussy rappers then stuff his ass in an envelope
Shout out to my homeboys who canât smoke because theyâre on parole
Pour beer on the bitches head while gettinâ head
Get so high, forget my name
She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, bitch this is Fred
Iâm gettinâ bread like Pillsbury
The pussy canât be real hairy
If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, thatâs real scary
I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that shit in the crematory
Mr bartender Iâll throw a Molotov cocktail at your green Ferrari
My brains on the back of a milk box
Fuck yâall, kick rocks
The way that I murdered these verses
Fuck it, you might as well say I killed Hip-Hop
[Hook: Planet IV]
So tell that hatinâ nigga he can go and eat a dick
Cause to be honest really I donât give a shit
I got a burner for my enemies and foes
Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
And if you see me pullinâ up in with my clique
Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch
We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose
Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Thank God for My Grandmaâs Basement
I coulda been livinâ on the pavement
I woop a nigga's ass like Texas Walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen
Nah nigga these ainât Ray-Bans
Iâm throwed off bitch like Rainman
Made a pussy pop then breakdance
âTil my dick kiss the Holy Ghost, bitch Amen
Christian Dior my fragrance
America caucasiansâ favorite
Nigger, put a fuckinâ rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate âem
Iâm still tryna fuck Candy Latham, now I can probably fuck Raven-
Symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that Canadian bacon
Yeah, As-SalÄmu 'Alaikum, Rambo gun bitch, spray âem
Fuck yâall niggas still hatinâ, fuck these hoes donât save âem
I keep a hat low like Raiden, get blown with Eddie Van Halen
Knock-knock, anybody home in my head, yâall hoes know my fuckin' brain's vacant
Bitch, I came off of a Wu-Tang, gettinâ paper like Bruce Wayne
I got an Asian ho that suck dick and do Kung-Fu like Liu Kang
Blowin' gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 Chainz
Yeah Iâm tryna eat every rapper, Iâm a fuckinâ beast on that food chain, bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Planet VI]
Itâs Planet VI in this b-i-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate
Cause even back when I was me how they couldnât see
May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit
Ladies wanna fuck my pockets to make love to my wallet
Instead they said if I hoppinâ on top of my dick like a rabbit
Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket
And you donât know how we to drop it
Is it a bird or is it a plane
Bitch, Iâm more like an unidentified flyinâ object, Iâm alien fresh
Now you can see how an alien dress
Ainât no time for takinâ a rest
Cookinâ up raps when Iâm in the both
I might as well put my hair in net
But I donât think that they hearing me yet
Should I yell, should I scream
Just so you could know what the fuck I mean
Didnât nobody tell you that Iâm crazy
And Iâm insane at the same damn time
Since I was a baby it was my plan of makinâ the game mine
Throwinâ up V-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign
And Iâm a P.I.M.P., so you know that I only attract dimes
Iâm number eleven on top of the Richter scale
Iâm killinâ the game and spittinâ them bars
So I should get sent to jail
Iâm out of your league ho
Now all I see is green, pockets on Cee-Lo
Ballinâ on these foul ass niggas, fuck a free throw
[Hook]
- Album:
- Slow Motion 2
- Slow Motion (EP)
- Slow Motion Vol. 1
- My Grandmas Basement
- Freebasing With Kevin Bacon
- A3C Volume 1
- The XXL Freshmen 2014 Mixtape
- Slow Motion
- Gimmie the Loot
- Skitzo
- Kid Cannabis (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Skitzo - Single
- Slow Motion, Vol. 2
- Jarren Benton Meets Smka: Huffing Glue With Hasselhoff
- Razor Blades and Steak Knives (feat. Hemi)
- Yuck Fou
- A3C, Vol. 1