I’m Back

Look here, mother fuckers
All you nubiles and freaks
Y’all can’t stop Jermaine
When it’s his mother fucking turn to speak

Yeah, I was busted
On some bullshit charge
Officer asshole arrested yah boi
On account of his dick being a bit too large

At least that’s what his wife was saying
When it was in her mouth
I fucked her on Old Glory
And she gladly went down south

But bars can’t keep a poet down
Sooner or later, I come around
And rest assured
My aim is pure
My words are pure magic, Captain Kangaroo this bitch all the live long day, make a Hamilton musical seem like a goddamn children’s song, my rhymes outrageous and they straight pound your silly ass into the mother fucking ground