[Hook: Jack Jetson] x2
Spit hot sh** while the clock ticks
Rock sh** like hot chicks in mosh pits
I lost it, psychotic diagnostics
The doors of perception, I'm the locksmith
[Verse 1: Jack Jetson]
Yo, yo, yo
The dopamine smoke machine
Toking potent green, growing like aubergine
Slow motion scene, playing on repeat
A choice between my dreams or staying on the street
Chase the cat and mouse through the acid house
Cleared the attic out, took the whole stash and bounced
Empty bank account, vast amount of cheese
Rowdy for the bees, run up and snatch your housers keys
Faster than Audi S, "freeze"
Then we back chillin'
Sack billing, kickin' back when the tracks spinning
We heavy like fat women
Jack, villain in the makin'
Leather faced mask when I'm k**in' in a apron
It's a sticky situation
Mind can get tortured 'till they give me information
Similar to satan, that's the victims I've been taking
Leave 'em dripping in the basement
So you can't really ask 'em, they're just heartless attractions
f** the youts let the darkness detach 'em
Sharpness can slash 'em, leave a carca** in fractions
We wage war on your armies and factions
Running out your front door wit' your car keys and cashments
And Jack rap hardest
f** your wack garbage
My raps bombing up the tracks like a graph artist
Attack targets
Happens if you've got an issue on some ninja sh**
Spin and kick at you like Yoshimitsu
Flow cold, write my lyrics in some frosty igloo
Watch a monster pit rip apart a poxy shih tzu
Johnny contradiction, penning horror fiction
f** the rotten system, gunning for the opposition
Coming for the competition
You know it's gully, I ain't f**ing got a pot to piss in
But got some pot to piff on
Sometimes this world is a planet I don't want to live on
So I grab the blue kings, blue cheese and roll a big one
[Hook] x2