The Jump Off

[Intro]
The Jump Off

[Verse 1]
Proceed with caution, MC’s get auctioned
I’m still the warlord on these beats, please get coffin’d
I could play a game of Chess with John Kramer and I’d still win
I’m the master, there’s no game I could get killed in
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly; I’m one in the same
I’m like Quickdraw McGraw with my gun in your face
I am the Dark Descent, you’re a machine for pigs
To use and manipulate, cause I got Ki’s to flip
I’m conserving this ammo, cause I don’t need this shit
To search and destroy you later cause you weak and sick
I’ll bury you alive without a hole for oxygen
Going against me, you know it’s gonna take alot to win
I’m fresh like Doug E., I detest the dougie
You could get Dr. Dre on these beats and you still couldn’t fuck with me
This shit is boring, I’m gonna move onto the next beat
Cause if I stay on this slow shit it’s gonna be the death of me

[Verse 2]
I’ve been gone for a minute but now I’m back for some more
Me and a mic insperable like crack and your whore
MC means move the crowd, I know how to get them riled up
Let me throw in my fifty cents and watch the money pile up
I may be stupid but my rhymes aren’t chump shit
My 12 Gauge to your back gonna make you do a front flip
When the shells fall, victims run like the Olympics
I’ve seen rappers get influenza when they see some sick shit
Compare me to your dad, I’ll beat your ass with the same belt
You’re character is trash bitch, please go hang yourself
The only one on this website to compare to me is Sorcerer
Cause he raps the shit that you know will destroy your nerves
I leave MC’s without oxygen like dead fish
On the floor of McDonalds, I’m sauced but not the Szechwan
I’m coming in all black, how you on shit is a mystery
Cause you licking nuts like Scooby Doo and get pounded like you’re Mr. Cheeks

[Verse 3]
Make enemies jump when they see me, you’d think they’d seen a ghost
Hired morons from the internet to go and steal my shit from the posts
I go ghostbusting at Klan meetings, gotta go undercover
And expose your ghost writer, cause that inbred is a motherfucker
Don’t act like you wanna fight, Batman storming the Gotham halls
While you catch L’s like Pokemon, except you ain’t got the balls
Fuck snatching cheese from the trap, bitch I’m stacking up
Cause I don’t fall for corporate greed cause Minnie Mouse backing you up
I don’t need to go on dates, I’m too paranoid from snatching pieces
You’re catfishing hookers who have venereal diseases
I choke my chicken like Mozart does with piano wire
Anything I do, you bet your ass it will and can go higher
I’m like Iceberg Slim, heart replaced by a master lock
But always joining with fat groupies trying to go and grab my cock
But if your girl the ghetto then I’m pushing that crack in
Cause I’m the illest brotha around without the black skin

[Interlude]
Crack your bottles for this one
This is the old white shit
The corny frat boy shit
This the Jump Off

[Verse 4]
Shit, I’m a sinful motherfucker, I don’t regret it
For those who know me know I’m not apologetic
I produce more horror from my Hammer than Christopher Lee did
I told you never cross me but you did me in like Jesus
While you filming you’re CGI hood like MTV Cribs
I was in the lab cooking up MP3 hits
Higher than an atom bomb coming in at high velocity
Boy you know the countdown, you know I won’t stop at three
Drop bombs like Funk, Flex like Rice did
Drop jewels and go through schools like Isis
I duck shells like Super Mario does
Pop bottles of bub, whether in a bar or a club
Drive fast like I got a car full of drugs
While blaring disco music like Starsky & Hutch
Am I a faggot cause I don’t play ball, go fuck your brother
You like playing with feet and throwing balls at each other
Stupid fuck