JPEGMAFIA - Xanny Davis Jr. (feat. Wrongful Life) lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] Two xans, two xans Look at all these xans, all two of 'em Two xans (wow) Three xans, messy [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] f** out my lane Driving these vultures the f** out the game The f** is he saying? I got a million special moves That I call upon like the Pokémon game That's f**ing bat sh** Sleeping with so many lies in my mattress Getting head like Petraeus Not getting caught like Hernandez Then I go to court in my pajamas I might take a MARC train to my lawyer's house So I can in get in her panties She hop out the bed I pull out my meds And told her I'm voting for Sanchez I mean Pedro, I'm a ba*tard For them pesos get yo' a** kicked Hop out the bed and turn my swag on, pimpin' U got a lot to say but you ain't really saying sh** like Ashlee Simpson I stomp on every Kirk Franklin track that I come across Just to get my point across That's a line you never cross I was in them project halls while you was in a f**ing loft My pa**ion for Christ became a pa**ion for MIDI's and DAW's Reasons for regrets and loss Fruity n***as acting soft Hit 'em with that 808 boom Take your high end off Jesus was a carpenter Malcolm was a boss, Ghandi was a p**y He'll catch a bullet like Randy Moss Word to my n***as in Pike County I'm going off [Refrain] "Oooh aahhh the coppers in the attic" [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Freaky] If it don't come to me Dont force it If it ain't it write itself He ain't wrote it If it weren't for the d** He'd lose focus Lately I been feelin' like I am not a rapper Being behind this mic ain't makin' sh** happen Tryna get to the root of my words f** Greek or Latin I ain't got sh** to say Like Charlie Chaplin Clutching the only dollar in my pocket Tryna not rob some f**in' body Wake up nauseated Cause I been going to sleep hungry Only thing I own is a pile of f**in' undies They tryna pull the rug from under me Old me askin' questions bout the younger me Like, "Why's he rappin'?" XYZ plannin' That's why they ran in It's never random The shorty keeps his pants on All's I need is a dag gon' slice to land on I don't need a fake patoi At the end of the movie like ha, ha Off in the sunset I go Like can I kick it Thai bow What type bull sh** you on? It's Freaky [Refrain] "Oooh aahhh the coppers in the attic" [Outro] I KNOW "Some black militants are urging to go build their own separate politics and economics on black pride and black power within the black community. As for white America-" "We must start to turn our backs on this country."