JR WRITER

JR WRITER - Zoolander lyrics

[scratched: "J.R. Writer"]

[Intro:]

Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man

I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em

J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man, yo

[Verse 1:]

My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it

A packer's pass to the crackers, the bastard's actin erratic

A static half of a savage to have it back in they cabbage is 'matic

After they had it and add it, back to the attic - faggot

Ask I'm the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers

Scrampers to clampers don't matter, half of them bastards I'll splatter

Cap in his bladder, you'll stagger, mac to a 'matic he's platter

I'll feel for 'em (slow down son you're killin 'em)

Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under

The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I'm a gunner (blaow!)

I've been itchin all summer, just a quick'll a gun ya

With some shit you couldn't pump out if you was hit wit a plunger

I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer (what?)

I've been sicker than Wonder, who's been sick since he was younger

The game's missin its hunger, cause I'm that other flare others fear

I don't wanna hear (slow down son you're killin 'em)

Cause I'ma rippity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap

Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack

That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap, rappin is rip

No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap

Pic, picture me back into these cats who grill and they grill

But they wouldn't do diddly jack

I'm still a G, kill a G, artillery pack

Bring my Biggie fiend back (slow down son you're killin 'em)

[Hook:]

[scratched: "Who wanna mess with me"]

[scratched: "Ask I'm the baddest"]

[Verse 2:]

Yo; I'm a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down

You'll be a missin kitten and sniffin the scent of hound

That leaves the ditch to found, captain is capped, blap blap

Fuck if you new in town, you'll still get around

I keep the addicts in attics while I traffic the order

I done packaged the package then got it back through the border

You need practice with package your stacks are stackin up shorter

Crackheads say I give 'em flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa)

But I'm past that, give 'em back Lassie or daughter

You can't flip a thing, you're ass-backwards with water

Ask faggot I'm scorcher, fuck your security

I got cats that'll pat pat them and off ya

Soon as I pass 'em the offer they'll ditch the G

Flick the flea a mystery the rest'll just be history

Yeah I'm glistery, it don't have you seasick

but just turn into somethin you'll be sick to see

Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial

Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow

I'm p-p-past you I'll pass you, no cats could battle this battle

With all that babble you babble, you said you passed who I'll smack you

You hit the gravel I'm a movin menace

Youse a gimmick, get abused in the fewest minutes

1-2 I'm finished, have a group of tenants

on the side yellin (slow down son you're killin 'em)

[Hook]

[Outro:]

This is easy

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