[Intro]
Uh huh
Mic check one
Yeah
Jmoney
Mr. J of a king
f** with me
Yo yo
[Verse]
So I'm getting a little more gangsta
When I keep on rapping
When I got up for work that morning last year on October 17th
I did not know what happened
I guess Brandon crashed his truck
Like man that s**s
I'm the Jibster King
When I have my hipster ring
Like man ring a ding a ling
This is a different type of song I'm doing
Like changing my tone
Call up a hot lady on my phone
What's up
Come on let's bone
This is how it goes
Do you know how I roll
Put your hands up
And rap with me at my show
Cause you motherf**ers like me like oh
Now let's get with the flow
Let's go
f**ers like it
Come on girl let's dyke it
I have a crush
She makes me blush
But I can't ask her out
So I keep it a hush
What's up with the fuss
Hey Mom
I'm sorry I want to cuss
But we need some trust
Like my heart broke so hard it was damaged
I can rap and people listen to me
Cause that's what fans is
I got ants in my pants
I can do good with romance
I'm charming
Don't disrespect a girl like hara**ing
b**h that's harming
I'll kick your a** you p**y
Fight like a man
Stick up for my lady
Like she needs a hand
Don't fight
I have Jmoney and it could get expand
You know I have the fans
And now you will be like damn
I have the fame
You just lost a b**h a** p**y game
Like f**
So how do you like me
Do you wanna fight
Don't underestimate me
I have good statistics
And everything needs to be more specific
But boy ain't that terrific
Excuse me
I'm gonna kiss a girl with pink lipstick
Right in my district
And now I think you need a f**ing biscuit
I'm twisted
But I can be totally gifted
(Hey Jibster did the fight happened yet)
You just f**ing missed it
And now I'm in my Camaro
I'm driving so narrow
Let's stop at the Egyptian to see a pharaoh
I want to be a pirate
Maybe like Jack Sparrow
But I'll need a GPS to get there
So I'll follow the arrow
Who the f** dropped a barrow
Come on you need to put it in tighter
And the sun out here is getting brighter
And I'm a f**ing fighter
Get a cigarette
And light it with a lighter
I make movies
So I call myself a writer
Come on I always stay up
For an all nighter
Oh yeah, yeah I'm so higher
Jibster, Jibster, The Jibster King who can not sing
But who needs to sing
Cause music doesn't always have to sing in song
I like rap, rapping is like your talking fast
And boy doing it is a blast
When I do it
You do it
Then we all do it
And keep on doing it
Like we have the flu
And makes you can't fight
So you can't do some Jitsu
Does this fit you
I think I tricked you
I'm rapping and trapping and crapping
And sacking then start packing to start tracking
I'm glad I'm not Schizo anymore
No more meltdowns
I could of swore part of it was my ex
But I'm picky now who I date
I need to know the girl
Before she's my soul mate
And if she's the one
I hope we have good fate
So let's find the right one
But I need to concentrate
Now who will it be like damn
So I'm rapping hardcore
And who knows it's so intense
It'll make me voice sore
I'm loud at rapping
So I close my door
sh** they sometimes can hear me
But do you fear me
Jibster King yeah
Did you like it (repeats and fades away)