Lyrics Killer Mike

Killer Mike

Jockin

Welcome to the Church of the Good Thief (preach, Reverend!)

Today we will be studying the tenth commandments (tell em, Reverend!)

Thou shall not covet thou neighbor! (thou shall not covet)

Translated (amen) stay off the next man's dick (hoe)

Thouth sayeth the Lord

Amen!

Collection plate please! Amen

Psa for all ya motherstuckers

Upgrade you from dick riders to dick suckers

Blow jaw betty rap ass bitters

Jay don't write then y'all not writers

Only difference is jigga jigga makes sense

The niggery shit you kicked don't mean shit

Goddamn, hoe, rappers want yo fame!

Goddamn, hoe, rappers want yo name

Goddamn, hoe, rappers want yo lane

But like ya said, hoe, these rappers is lame

Yeah, I said that shit, half yo favorite rappers on Jay Z dick

Even niggas don't like em are tempt to w(r)hap like em

Where I'm from, we call em niggas bitters

They say they hate his guts, but they be riddin' n***a dick like project sluts

(Hook x4)

Jockin' Jay Z

Jockin' Jay Z

Jockin' Jay Z

Jockin' Jay Z

Man, I'm just, I'm a country boy, what the fuck I know?

It's just where I'm from, we don't ride another's dick

But I'm likin' it, ya know, my favorite rapper

I'm just not a dick rider

(I'm so dopeboy fresh)

In a feeble attempt to sound more like Jay

These feeble emcees go and get Kanye

Before that he don't make a moval pay

Cuz that damnear say make me sound like Jay

When they add lip they say what would Jay say?

Holla! You're bout 5 years late

To the rappers who's wordplay ain't so great

They try to score easy and bite Young Jeezy

But they? Lips sound cheesy

So they hop off his dick and bite Lil Weezy

That's a goddamn shame, Lord have mercy on the goddamn game

Bittin' ass rappers so goddamn lame

They even walk away with fake Rockerfella chains

I guess they wanna be the hottest chick in the game

Damn

(Hook x4)

Jockin' Jay Z

Jockin' Jay Z

Jockin' Jay Z

Jockin' Jay Z

Aw, watch out, boys

Faggot ass rappers

Keep bittin' yo mane (lead that woman in fo' the lord)

You from the south, girl (tell em, girl)

Tell em hoe ass niggas to bear a cup off yo man

You bittin' ass niggas

Beat bitters, don't stop takers

Take it to yo face, you ain't nothin' but a faker

Faker than yo fake ass jacker

Faker than yo fake lines in yo fake rhymes

But in the meantime Killa Kill gon' beat yo ass anotha killa rhyme

Like Reservoir Dogs in bc Time and Sauss Money Time

Put me next to Jay-Z, ain't trippin'

My verses go hard like Donald B pimpin'

All the bds best rappers talk trash

When they feature J he owns their ass

Befo' you throw yo hate on yo internet fans

Check Bluepoint 2, my verse, Pop Tags

I been standin' next to the greatest

Been there