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Ha! They can't stop you, Jason They don't know what kind of ruckus you bring I'm saying, rise up son They can't stop you, Jason Yeah, show 'em Yeah, you heard of Jason, that kid who had a rocky past Died a thousand deaths and woke up in a hockey mask Bloody blade, Sake glass, couple blunts of broccoli stash Knock you on your cocky ass fast as a Kawasaki crash Born with the hustlers and [?] dead be knocking at your doorstep To mop you up and leave your floor swept [?] Trying to smash every broad passing Broadcasting live from the epitome of a pit, but don't pity me I used to want the block on lock, now it's the city key And though my life is a movie, I pause between scenes And see my setbacks with greenbacks like using green screens Waking up in cold sweats from the drama The same time Obama sent the bomber to Osama My momma told me that things happen for a reason I feel God bless my soul as if he heard my aura sneezing And that's powerful as ebonics to chained slaves My think tank's full of piranhas that swim in aquatic brain waves It's not a game so go tell the contestant SongtexteI dice him and sell his intestines to a delicatessen Before my life became the most splendid I was in the haunted house plotting on a mansion with a ghost in it Thinking 'bout the paper like the daily news With a story about a dead man trying to buy his newborn baby shoes Yeah, these niggas thought that I was finished 'till our paths crossed They swear they saw a ghost, a zombie off of bath salts They not ready, they can't hold their sweaty palms steady Verses like Freddie Gibbs, Jason mashed up with Shady Then throwing a [?] killed the drama then Momma said "If we're always on the same coach, you staying [?]" It's why I'm low key, focused on the bigger cheque On my own too with both feet across some nigga neck About to give 'em hell while it's summertime in Arizona Watch it freeze up with hypothermia and rare pneumonia They flee battles we travel to, I'm in tune with the key of life This grain is pianos walk with three shadows My dark side makes it hard to let a remark slide Almost drowned in troubled waters, hate to say a shark died Those who know me well say I'm lean in a holy grail Only trail behind if you [?] to grip the ponytail I hit it from the back like pah-pah! Haters get the prrra-prrra! Let my mind spray like I'm Andre Young When he was young back in ninth grade On white walls, if you don't make the right calls Become an entree Always stacking soul, I'll be loaded like a [?] Who met the creature from the black lagoon out the crack of [?] [?] From the rap platoon, fronted on me 'till I spun around and [?] Jason! Aus Songtexte Mania