Текст песни Jackin' Your Freaks

[Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man, now wait a minute.... let go!]

Slug:

Gimme that freak fool, another jack move yo sit still
Mr. Dibbs, yo homie how her tits feel?
We'll jack any city, town or village
Dig a hole just to see if I can fill it
I stay away from you rappers, flip a dime, and wipe her off with some napkins!
With the M. P. L. S. and the S.T.P., Musab and that's Ali
Here's how I remember ya [click flash!]
Ass up for the camera!

Feels good when you caught in the dark,
cmon baby lemme hear you bark
Raise up, and roll over on your back,
You'll say "I aint ever been fu-uhhh-cked like that!"
By the end of this tour I'm on, everybody on the bus gonna be like
"What the fuck Sean?"
Huh, nothing but a cum-shot,
Put the love on your face and take a picture while it runs off
Warning: hide your wife piece, cus Slug from the Rhymesayers is jackin' your freaks!

[Your freaks... They-they jackin... afraid of nothing... they jacking, they jack-jackin.]

Huh, and even if you down with my crew [hey Ant, give us the beat you was kickin just a little while ago]

I'll jack you too!
She saw me first, started at Overcast, told her ass to buy a t-shirtAtmosphere - Jackin' Your Freaks - http://ru.motolyrics.com/atmosphere/jackin-your-freaks-lyrics.html
Milk and cookies, 21 and over, no sugar for your daddie's little rookies
I stand by the bar with the booze, cause right about now, backstage is full of dudes!

Bet you never seen me party or shake my butt,
I leave that to the suckers with the trendy hair cuts
World-wide I touch, steal your girl, and give her that midwest loooooove
Casual passion, say hi to the instamatic Polaroid flashin
Ya baby say cheese, cus Slug and the Rhymesayers, are jackin your freaks!

[They jackin, they-they jackin, they jackin... 1, 2, 3]

Mr. Dibbs, droppin '89 to pay homage,
Cus him and I are getting old but we know where your mom lives
She's not a bitch, she's a beautiful woman
Who only loves you when you're smart, rich or talented or something
Sometimes she'll let you trade your words for some pussy
And if you listen close you'll find out her name is Lucy
All I ever wanted was to pick apart her brain
And put the pieces on the bed to see if it would leave a stain

And your relationship is strong enough to handle it
So don't get mad when you see her with a laminate
Well you think she's your own now?
Well she is until we come do a show in your home town
Love and War is so hardcore, but you left her at the bar so you could hold the floor
I hope you're sure that she's secure
Or the next rhyme I write might be about her!

[Don't stop!]