Jack O'Lantern

Various Artists

GET SHORT LINK
Jack O'Lantern Song Lyrics
Yeah (Illa, Illa, Illa)
Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts
And see where this takes me
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the - face right now
Yeah

Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr!)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But -, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown

Mother-, shut the f- up when I'm talkin', lil' b-
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, b-, I don't know who the f- y'all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give sh- reviews

To get clicks, but b-, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Sh- list renewed, so get sh- to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the - half the sh- is that you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this f- audio out my Audi, yo, adiós

I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (get it?)
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up sh-, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill

I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my -
With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench

While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna - on my b-? (F- my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em icy

But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize sh-, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
B-, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up (Illa, Illa, Illa)
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut

Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the f-
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us" (uhh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (uhh)

I mailed the - back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings

I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
What the f- you're gonna do when you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this b- who want it

I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get revival
But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should've been auto-tuned
And you would've bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a line and never caught it

'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest (Illa, Illa, Illa)
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor

But I couldn't bottle this sh- any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm east side, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink

I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my f- eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The thing ain't even orange oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
Dawg, that's a date, looks like an olive to me

Look, there's an apple, no, it's not, it's a peach
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
Give me donkey of the day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (yeah)

Invite 'em in like a one a day
I'm not done (preach!)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word

Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous

And he's too scarred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media journalists

(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they've been pannin' my album to death
So I've been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
But they've been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' sh- out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
Home Page