This is a song about "Jack lackenby"

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I'm going off the top of the brain

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

And this will be the song that we sing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

The jager in my cup is licorice black

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat