Humpasaur Jones - Jeddore Premium Flow lyrics

Party people in the place put your hands in the air Leave your drinks on the stage and your pants over there All the ladies in the house, put your hands in my hair And your feet on my chest as we stand on this chair Party people in the place...now is the time To get into the groove and straight out of your mind Party people blah BLAH blah, gather round the rapper now Mushrooms are kicking in, had about a half an ounce Cold k**ing it, tracking down a cla**ic sound Your girls a problem, though, tragic how she's acting out Used to love to party, I did a one eighty The way I see these young ladies getting drunk lately Ridiculous, man...I'm all about drinking, but damn She's having a seizure and pissing her pants I'm not calling it wrong, I understand it, but dude I am calling her Mom and an ambulance too The dopest at it...been flowing total madness From broken prophylactic to floating open casket The show is cla**ic...all photographic flashes Closing act is asking “we're going after THAT sh**?” ...drunk and stoned and then conduct the whole symphony I'm slick enough to switch it up without switching beats I'm big enough to listen up when my critics speak I see your point but I just see it kinda different, see? Skinny jeans, sh**ty beats, rap show misery Promoter said it's not an open bar, it is for me The venue says we're starting late, I kinda disagree- It's bad enough you motherf**ers give MCs chicken feed Flow whiter than most, a ghostwriter for pros But won't bite for the dough, I'm nice and I know it Nine dimensional, certified live professional Hired spectacle, fist fighting with poets Live life in the moment, spit twice as devoted As the average rapper whiz kid biting for bonus points ...wait a minute, hold this joint, light or roach it But this is my world and I don't like where it's going... ...I don't know much I don't already know lately I been to the future and the past looked crazy Walk onstage and get paid like a late fee s**ers say I'm simple but they never say they hate me Nerd rap if I need to, Christian rapper for money Backpacking and cheap food, I did travel the country Work back in the green room, spit ragged and rusty Last act was complete proof that sh**ty actors are funny ...lost the locals, they don't love me no more But see I'm here to start a riot just cuz f** it, I'm bored Dude, dudes dumber than you have done it before And see you're dumber than me, so trust in the force But stop talking to me, I do not want to emcee Problem is, I've always got God watching me breathe It's costing me sleep .. went to talk to a priest But see I recognized his face now he's rotting in peace And your mom is a freak for DJ Squid's chocolate beats He's in her spot as we speak...shot a dot com on her sheets Watch it and weep, another hot, erotic EP My name is hump jones, proud vermonter and freak YO HUMP JONES...yeah, I'm listening man Cuz I don't really have a life, I just live for my fans YO HUMP JONES...sh** yeah that's me Getting paid to black out on big bada** beats Shout outs to the rich kids who bow down to their privelege The perks in the package, the townhouse in the village Big ups to the waitstaff, tip cups and name tags Doctor gonzo shots, fist up, straight back Shout out to reporters, you're prostitutes and liars Except for maybe 4 of you and all of them got fired Big ups to the cops in the back of the club Dude, I know you're not a dick...you're just acting like one Because you're dressing like one, that sh** gets your head And yeah I guess what I said could probably get me arrested Shouts to the bartenders...this drink is a joke It's like I paid eight bucks for you to piss in my throat Big ups to the sound guy...for s**ing at life I know, adjusting it right is really tough with one mic … Put your hands in the air if your parents are scared And just move ‘em around if you're in tune with the crowd Go drink a pitcher or three until you're hitting your knees Then buy a shot for the bar and try to walk to your car like YO HUMP JONES...yeah, I'm listening baby Cuz I care, even if you don't really give a sh** lately YO HUMP JONES...sh** yeah that's me Getting paid to black out on big bada** beats Nobody ever quits rapping, they just quit d** And I can't quit d** unless I quit rapping, sh** s**s Nobody ever gets a verse from a clever nerd that Tries to measure up to master rappers that you never heard of Nobody's gonna see another weak drunk emcee Who cannot compete, compare or come and f** with me And nobody's gonna need another MP3 For a steady week while this friendly message gets repeated