"WHERE THE F*CK IS JASON ?" lyrics
(feat. Mr. J Medeiros)
Beat is so rude
But the beat is so rude
He, the beat is so rude
I'm bleeding
You can not tell from outside
But my brain it is thickening
Soberly I drive
Cranky goose in the chicken hen
So in love with Clive in the Knick he's a surgeon
Is it too late for some random preciation?
Huuuuuh
It ain't never too late for appreciation
You can send the love and hate to Jason
I keep it moving'
Never chasing
You know what I'm saying
I live to break it to you
Til I forget what I'm doing
Your insecure is see through
That micro bunda gon' do
Marvelous damage to my patch of cabbage
All green like my garbage
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
Motherlover
Who the heck summoned my girl Godzilla?
I use to think that she was some type of lizard
I said who the fuck summoned my girl Godzilla?
D'you know her daddy was a whale and her mom a gorilla?
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
Motherlover
Ouch
Where the fuck is Jason?
Jason, it's your turn
Where are you?
You were hoping that the referee could save you
You don't know the game or the pain we can play through
Yeah you got an ego but it's gonna break you
If you ain't got a heart than how far can it take you?
Homie this the big game
Where only the best are
There is where you can't quit
Way beyond the bench mark
Ain't nowhere to sit or to rest
Better get charged
Our energy got'em ready with a red card
Tell 'em grandpa
Give it up
Get into it
I'm a master of the funk and a student
Give it up
Get into it
I'm a mother-loving punk and the true bitch
Give it up
Get into it
When I'm talking that trash I am fluent
(You owe me shitloads of money Jason)
Give it up
Get into it
It's Liliboy and Mister Jay
We the two fists
I'm sorry
But the beat is so rude
He, the beat is so rude
I'm bleeding
You can not tell from outside
But my brain it is thickening
Soberly I drive
Cranky goose in the chicken hen
So in love with Clive in the Knick he's a surgeon
Is it too late for some random preciation?
Huuuuuh
It ain't never too late for appreciation
You can send the love and hate to Jason
I keep it moving'
Never chasing
You know what I'm saying
I live to break it to you
Til I forget what I'm doing
Your insecure is see through
That micro bunda gon' do
Marvelous damage to my patch of cabbage
All green like my garbage
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
Motherlover
Who the heck summoned my girl Godzilla?
I use to think that she was some type of lizard
I said who the fuck summoned my girl Godzilla?
D'you know her daddy was a whale and her mom a gorilla?
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
I sold my life for a song
Bongo Bong
I'm this tiny little bomb
Wicked strong
I need the whiny baby gone fury on
If I tell you to scream along
You scream along
Motherlover
Ouch
Where the fuck is Jason?
Jason, it's your turn
Where are you?
You were hoping that the referee could save you
You don't know the game or the pain we can play through
Yeah you got an ego but it's gonna break you
If you ain't got a heart than how far can it take you?
Homie this the big game
Where only the best are
There is where you can't quit
Way beyond the bench mark
Ain't nowhere to sit or to rest
Better get charged
Our energy got'em ready with a red card
Tell 'em grandpa
Give it up
Get into it
I'm a master of the funk and a student
Give it up
Get into it
I'm a mother-loving punk and the true bitch
Give it up
Get into it
When I'm talking that trash I am fluent
(You owe me shitloads of money Jason)
Give it up
Get into it
It's Liliboy and Mister Jay
We the two fists
I'm sorry
