Jackin' Foe Beats - Violent J

«The original Jackin' For Beats: Ice Cube»

«Jackin' For Beats 2: Sticky Fingaz»

«Jackin' For Beats 3: (Straight jackin') Violent J (Brother) of ICP»

«What?»

Get chopped, wakin' the dead master

I’ll twist your head backwards off instinct, then my hatchet sink

In your back.

Say a prayers, my Detroit players

I’ll be sick juggalos, stickin' dick in the nose

We brush you better than you do if we choose to

If we use your beat eschew will lose too

It’s a who’s who of whose own flow we brush new

Soon everyone will be crushed, so we in no rush to

«Hatchet!»

«Duke is doin' it.»

(Straight jackin')

ninja bustin' 9 milli’s in the air

Fuckin' with these painted killer clowns, juggalos

I dare you, get in here, don’t even breathe our air.

We hear you

There would disappear you clear the area we share, bitch

You best beware, 'cause we’ll tear right through your vest, don’t spare you

So you’ll be left, you embarrassed, now and don’t compare us

'Cause they only hearin' us and trust you whilst it homie glarin' is a must

Your shit’s phat without the phat, millions of fans («Hated that!»)

Only fresh when you fade to black.

That track was dope, you made it wack

Reverse platinum, gave 'em back that plaque.

They came to take it back

«I took your fuckin' music, and I ain’t pay to use it»

(Straight jackin')

(I'm admitted doin' shit deep down in the graveyard)

Your beat wasn’t shit 'til I stoled it (That's right)

Why the fuck would you even let me hold it?

(Hold it)

Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Milk dud)

Let my nuts hit your tonsils and throat blood (That's right)

Your beat wasn’t shit 'til I stoled it (Ha ha)

What you did with this beat was some bullshit (Ha ha)

Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Oh yeah)

Diss me, they’ll be slippin' on your spilled blood (Alright)

Hey you, bitch boy, is you dreamin'?

(Is you dreamin'?)

Open up your lips, guzzle my semen (My semen)

Sue me, bitch.

Get in line.

(Get in line)

I don’t care;

I’m broke.

That’s fine

(Straight jackin')

«Hatchet!»

I’m the King of Pop, 'cause I pop ninjas like a wheelie

Pay for this you hope.

Nope!

Your beat is dope, I steal it.

Feel me ninjas?

I pay for nothin'!

Nut in your whole belly button

Tell me somethin': why the fuck we yellin'?

For nothin'

I pluck your shit.

Sue me.

So what?

You nothin' to me

Heard you be booty stuffin' right up your doodie muffin

Your shit be extra roomy, blew out your fruity butt in sluttin'

Ruined your poop chute, it’s through with shuttin'

This is now Violent J’s new shit

And none of y’all about to do shit.

Check it

Take your fresh beat and rework it

And insane clown wicked here to merk it

Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA

Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA

Took your fresh beat, made it my shit

Start a wicked-ass juggalo mosh pit

Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA

Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA

«Yeah, even if you’re down with my crew»

(Yeah) «These mother fuckers need to know»

«Ain't no wicked shit like this Detroit wicked wicketshit»

Six six five, hella live

Liftin' this is a felony crime from the UP down I-75

Enemies die.

E and J with the heavenly vibe

An Esham classic, I’ma snatch it, try to match it

'Cause it truly is that bad-ass shit

These mother fuckin' big stars in charge

Pluckin' shit from the underground, dippin' hard

Now we rippin' your shit off, livin' large

Straight trippin', makin' your shit ours

And your shit was weak until I freaked it

Now it’s got a whole new light

Weak until I freaked it (Freaked it)

Suddenly the groove feels right

I took your shit and lit it up

Now it’s tight and shinin' bright

I took your shit and lit it up

Hit me if you wanna fight

«We can thump.

I’ll ice that damn jaw»

«Yo.

ICP.

Let’s do this.

Ha ha ha!»

Alright, stop (Brother!) You never liked this track?

It’s mine now, mother fucker.

The shit phat

Rob’s my boy.

You diss his rappin'

Fifteen times, bitch boy.

Platinum

He fucked Madonna, or she fucked him

Well you fucked her jackin' off, pretend

58,000,000 chillin' in the bank

Let’s see what you got: blank

«Family!

Family!

Family!

Family!

Family!

Family!

Family!»