Big Top Clown Circus

(SCRATCH INTRO:)

Rap now is a circus of clowns
Buck-Buck-Buck, take that with you on the way down

VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo

Young dinosaur, seasoned troubadour
Young gunner, Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh
Rudimentary, 4/10ths a century
13 years of independence you should mention me
People said they want it, I was always doing more
Mane I got on my own, nobody got me through the door
I accomplished all of that with mental illness & a drug problem
Your apartment got a bug problem...
We either talk or do the Rugers
Organic Pescatarian, you eat food from Hooters
When ya make my collard greens, please don't put no ham in it
Backstage telling shawty that we good without a laminate
Shawshank Redemption, I will get it with a chisel
You sold the steak, you did not sell the sizzle, I'ma
Sex Pistol, Great Rock & Roll Swindle
Carve my words on a tablet like an Amazon Kindle, whassup

CHORUS - Craig G

When Jake & Craig spit, it feels like you found purpose
The rap game's the big top, we hate the clown circus
The frequency is peaking, watch the way we drown circuits
Rising to the top, the only way to sound surfaced
(REPEAT 1x)

VERSE 2 - Craig G

Don't trip, fall & stumble
Craig G, Jake Palumbo
From white-collar criminals, cats that serve bundles
I see you mesmerized by son, so watch me flare up
Like the diamonds on my neck, or Jake's $50 Dollar Haircut
Backstage smoking that funk, I'm anti-social
I keep a fake number to give to music hopefuls
Hold up, you're saying too much you gonna blow up
Without the alterations to have the game sewed up
Archie Bunker, Al Bundy, 4 touchdowns in one game
Better duck for cover, I'm accurate when the gun aim
Never trick on dumb dames
Me I like to shun fame
Keep the hype to yourself, not interested in lung pain
Yours must be hurting, cuz you speak a mile a minute
I ain't respond once & you still don't know your limits
Every time I go out, people be ruining my high
And that's why I'm the master of the Irish Goodbye

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(SCRATCH OUTRO)