Mr. Jinx
Now itâs your type o mad Jinx the mad sucker with a tail.
Iâve got my life worked up it ainât as cheap as one thinks.
Iâve got links on it, the same internet porn,
ainât as deep as Iâve been now Iâve got Justin in my
corner.
I creep up but they donât want me back in you know my love is
so big
I think my head is cracking, smacking my face and always giving
me the
baseline,
dead in a days time, give back whatâs mine.
This ainât no rhyme about a junky on run another punk with a
gun.
Now when you get it, meet the mad fun.
So get on your feet and get in pack with the deal
the beats on the wheel,
now how do you feel.
The cool vibe from my lyrical solo
I beat on your chest when Iâm bouncing like yoyo.
This story is old just like the tales Iâve told.
But mark my words it will turn into gold.
All right, weâve got it right all right.
Weâve got it right all right.
Weâve got it right all right.
We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics
and the planets breaking down with god the only mechanic around,
faking firm ground, fucking up the program
so now Iâm working on my devious master plan.
Itâs all about these crazy comic relieves you know
Wooster and Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe,
we get them all on a boat leave out all the rules,
the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools.
All right, weâve got it right all right.
Weâve got it right all right.