k**er Mike - Jockin lyrics

[Intro:] Welcome to the Church of the Good Thief (preach, Reverend!) Today we will be studying the tenth commandments (tell em, Reverend!) Thou shall not covet thou neighbor! (thou shall not covet) Translated (amen) stay off the next man's dick (hoe) Thouth sayeth the Lord Amen! Collection plate please! Amen [Verse:] Psa for all ya motherstuckers Upgrade you from dick riders to dick s**ers Blow jaw betty rap a** bitters Jay don't write then y'all not writers Only difference is jigga jigga makes sense The n******gy sh** you kicked don't mean sh** Goddamn, hoe, rappers want yo fame! Goddamn, hoe, rappers want yo name Goddamn, hoe, rappers want yo lane But like ya said, hoe, these rappers is lame Yeah, I said that sh**, half yo favorite rappers on Jay Z dick Even n***as don't like em are tempt to w(r)hap like em Where I'm from, we call em n***as bitters They say they hate his guts, but they be riddin' n***a dick like project s*uts (Hook x4) Jockin' Jay Z Jockin' Jay Z Jockin' Jay Z Jockin' Jay Z [Interlude:] Man, I'm just, I'm a country boy, what the f** I know? It's just where I'm from, we don't ride another's dick But I'm likin' it, ya know, my favorite rapper I'm just not a dick rider (I'm so dopeboy fresh) [Verse 2:] In a feeble attempt to sound more like Jay These feeble emcees go and get Kanye Before that he don't make a moval pay Cuz that damnear say make me sound like Jay When they add lip they say what would Jay say? Holla! You're bout 5 years late To the rappers who's wordplay ain't so great They try to score easy and bite Young Jeezy But they? Lips sound cheesy So they hop off his dick and bite Lil Weezy That's a goddamn shame, Lord have mercy on the goddamn game Bittin' a** rappers so goddamn lame They even walk away with fake Rockerfella chains I guess they wanna be the hottest chick in the game Damn (Hook x4) Jockin' Jay Z Jockin' Jay Z Jockin' Jay Z Jockin' Jay Z [Interlude:] Aw, watch out, boys f*ggot a** rappers Keep bittin' yo mane (lead that woman in fo' the lord) You from the south, girl (tell em, girl) Tell em hoe a** n***as to bear a cup off yo man You bittin' a** n***as [Verse 3:] Beat bitters, don't stop takers Take it to yo face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Faker than yo fake a** jacker Faker than yo fake lines in yo fake rhymes But in the meantime k**a k** gon' beat yo a** anotha k**a rhyme Like Reservoir Dogs in bc Time and Sauss Money Time Put me next to Jay-Z, ain't trippin' My verses go hard like Donald B pimpin' All the bds best rappers talk trash When they feature J he owns their a** Befo' you throw yo hate on yo internet fans Check Bluepoint 2, my verse, Pop Tags [Interlude:] I been standin' next to the greatest Been there