Sam Jack

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Sample]: "What good is a castle way high on hill?" [Intro: XV] Yeah. Whoooo! You a motherfucker Statik! And I'm a bad motherfucker. Don't play this for the kids I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking Have a good time motherfucker That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action What it look like motherfucker? [Verse 1: XV] It look like Marcellus Wallace when I'm standing on my wallet Up in mo hoes but I never went to college Polish my flow, dropping shit, colonic Just me and my dawg, Wallace & Gromit Detonating bombs and more are set, Alanis You ought to know I'm bought to blow, isn't it Ironic? In the past I was the future like Johnny Mnemonic And I did it through computers, guess I Troned it Then (Ever)ything was Clear, gin and tonic I want Halle/Halley, not Berry, the Comet I guess until then I'm cool with an ill comic Till Statik brings some chronic and the Philharmonic And my shit's still knocking, deep as Uncle Phil's pockets Shoot for the stars with every bar, cause I really rocket And I earned it well As for they careers? They deserve to die and I hope they burn in Hell! Like [Hook:] Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking Have a good time motherfucker That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action What it look like motherfucker? I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking Have a good time motherfucker That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action Say "What" again motherfucker [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Come up out the throne nigga that's my seat Imma son you niggas, how about I get you a hot seat and a fucking Hi-C? Or a Varsity Blue City Club, that be the posse Attitude, fuck it, yeah the flow a little raunchy Body everything, this another one in counting A dog on these beats, like Statik said he had a bounty This the Tyson fight, my punches knock 'em out by round three They boy fresh to death, like they drown me in Downy I be dropping hot shit Fly Samuel L. Jackson, I can see the Snakes in the cockpit Watch this Yeah, fuck the world, that's the only thing my cock fit Hot flow, key to my success, watch me lock shit Naw I ain't stopping, y'all gonna probably need a locksmith Show up to your doorstep like it's dead nigga storage Y'all seeing what I'm doing when you got to kill every motherfucker in the room Except no substitute [Hook:] [Verse Three] [The Kid Daytona]: Inside model hoes to neck wreckage Contracts on they throats, they get reckless Wings and rice, extra soy sauce and ketchup A Bronx nigga like Boy George, avoid laws and fresh as fuck Eight balls Rack 'em up Her thirst level, Dirt Devil how she vacuum'ed up the product My nigga trust this logic Train hoes to champions, Cus D'amato Clutch the Bible, still call me father Even out in the D.R., drowns in the aqua Open the room do', suite look like Tel E Mundo Game show, I play hoes, my nigga you know Ha Go ahead while we get a spoonful If you don't know what it is, just assume so I hit the town like a brown skin Lou Ferrigno The black superhero Sam L. shit [Hook:] [Outro]: I am sick of these motherfucking rappers in this motherfucking game!