[Intro: Justin Sketch]
Yeah
Sketchy Cree up in this b**h
Johnny Links up in this b**h
Jumpy up in this b**h
Beantown with a (Cree)
[Verse 1: Justin Sketch]
Oh yeah doggy dog, I tear it down
As you copy what I say like a parrot sound
It's what my parents found, a couple months back
A quarter pound separated into nugsacks
But I don't push now, I just smoke
I got pushed out with just one poke
That is a stab wound that I f**ing hate
And all my rap tunes are turning into something great
Look at Justin's plate, just the cake for desert
I can cause a scene even if I just switch shirts
There is no denial, that I am so wild
While giving out info like a profile
I'm from the bean I comin' mean
Hello rappers run and scream
Tuck and tease you clutching clean
Even though it's just a dream
You f** with me you brothers be
Suffering uncomfortably
f**ing heat we're bumping beats
Even though I come to cree!
[Hook: Justin Sketchx2]
J. Sketchy, you know that I tear it down
Johnny Links, you know that he tears it down
My dude Jumpy, you know that he tears it down
Motherf**er, we coming from the Beantown!
[Verse 2: J. Links]
Ok, you're looking at a star, like an astronomer
Girls say my dick as long as a kilometer
And n***as posing for the scope like I'm a photographer
I'm so damn hot I be breaking thermometers
Smoke make it look like my windows are fogging up
Eyes dumb red from the blunts I was hogging up
Rappers be biting on my swag they draculas
They about as straight as a parabola
These n***as got me rolling like a damn tire
The beat scream “Murder it” and I'm Mike Myers
I'm looking for some competition are there any triers
Sour on deck n***a are there any buyers
‘Cause I'm one F'ing ba*tard addicted to that jager
I serve cold dishes do you prefer a platter
I know you with that n***a but do you prefer the rapper
(Tell me baby J. Links, holla atcha boy)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jumpy]
Jumpy on the track, ‘cause I had to make appearances
Jumpy is the sh** you p**y haters ain't hearing this
Put the .22 to his face like Emmitt Smith
Jeezy said chop it up, so I had to get rich
So I had to make a lick, squeezing that ⅘
I can't forefit, that b**h gorgeous
Get a couple white bricks, now we built a fortress
But I burned l's like I'm lit, bein' torches
Always been a champion, never been a runner up
Had to make a living so I gotta get my money up
Take your girl to the mall, she could buy a hundred stuff
She could kiss, lick or s** I still ain't gonna wife her up
Keep her on a tight leash, I don't like a loose f**
I'm so fresh, that's why you ain't like us
Middle fingers to your hoes, ‘cause it's only god I trust
Keep that hammer close, just in case I gotta let it bust
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Justin Sketch]
Yeah, motherf**er I'm an animal
4 AM drunk, yelling “Where the f** my handle go?”
Watch me let the candles blow, as I keep sparkin'
I'm just like a cannibal I'll make you de-hearted
You're now in my ocean, this is where the shark is
I'm just handing out a warning to you gosh darn kids
Aha, and you still haven't got it yet?
I got dreams of getting C.R.E.A.M. with a lot of checks
Yeah you heard me, that means no mercy
So you should alert thee, herby, unworthy
And let me take the game for me
As I painfully recreate the theme
Uh, I spit fresh get stressed then I stay thinking
As I empty out my pennies no Abe Lincoln
How can you stay winking, with your eyes closed?
You're not seeing me, b**h get a blindfold!
(Get cree, motherf**er)