This is a song about "Helping jack"

We kung-fu that jack black/

There's crack, there's crack

Know where you stand but you need a helping hand you yelping

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Bad bitches get low

Always helping me though

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

The reality is i don't know jack

And sipping the jack they pass

How the fuck you wipe your ass

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

I don't want it on my back

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit