Mr. Jones

[Intro/Interlude] This nigga Hopsin blew the fuck up son - outta nowhere. Yo how the fuck this nigga doing that shit? This nigga corny as fuck dog. I've been rapping just as long as the nigga and niggas don't respect me. What the fuck nigga Damn it's like that, it's like that [Verse 1] I know you mad cause they fuckin' with my music and it's not yours Now you wanna copy like I'm spanish on a chalkboard You still ain't got a key to the locked door Game ain't showed you no love, nigga my lord Yeah, 2015 Raw encore Give me my saw with the countdown - five, four Three, two, one, see when I choose bums, I bruise 'em The new Duke Nukem is gruesome Just last summer homie you was the hot dude Label being shady with you, who do you talk to? Nigga your career is done as soon as they drop you And all those little groupies you was cool with forgot you The game never came with no easy assembly Now you grieving in misery doing pizza delivery, damn We don't recognise you like a secret identity, man Shoulda came to FV for the remedy fam [Hook] Say something now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones [Verse 2] These underground niggas think they on a roll Then why you can't get the double X-L cover honor roll? Been years, you ain't got no respect I just watch y'all fall like the domino effect, nigga Used to talk like you had the plan laid out Till it backfired, nigga what you got to say now? Doing twenty buck collabs through your Paypal Shoulda joined FV, you coulda shut your bank down Niggas like "Hop calm down Why you always gotta get so emotional?" I'm like "if it ain't coming from the heart How the fuck is my fanbase s'posed to grow, alright?" Yeah, tell these folks not to bother When I blew up, you got blown out the water You just some old gym sneakers thrown in the locker Your shit wasn't polished, my flow is too proper [Hook] Say something now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones [Verse 3] Niggas jumpin' in cause the bar is low Fuck it, I been starvin' yo, weak ass niggas, I'ma target those Do not approach wit a sorry flow, I'll chop you into particles I'm on the pedestal that you are below I ain't heard a mutha'fuckin' thing that's remarkable Dissin' me just won't work out, no cardio Welcome to the ill rap carnival Bout to blow your mutha'fuckin' brains out quick with my arsenal Uh, nigga stop with the coupe charades, not in the mood to play You goin' to school today You put a single out, pocket then loot in change Nigga your jewelry is not gonna boost your fame You too lame, bottom of the food chain The poop stain, I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm too trained There ain't no way to reduce pain, when I throw blows If I ain't hot, God damn, I don't know [Hook] Say something now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones One more time, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones What you gotta say now Mr. Jones Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones [Outro] Mr. Jones where you at man? When you gon' blow up man? When am I gon' start hearing about you, it's been years man? You been rapping for over a decade and you haven't made one move buddy Shit, I know why you haven't made one fucking move Nigga you suck