This is a song about "Jack tyler"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction

"im not saying jack shit"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And sipping the jack they pass

This is samurai jack

She michael jackson bad