Lyrics
There's a hole in Jake's floor, nobody knows where it goes
I'm listening to '96 Jealousy Woes
Everybody knows, my homie named Joe
I'm a Career Boy, I'm sipping on that fucking joe
Snort some fucking Folger's, yeah I'm hard as fuck
You can ask your bitch, I got the holster, bruh
For my AK-47, shoot this automatic
Send you straight to heaven, homie got that Mac-11
Kill you so fast, you can't even finish your sentence
I never got a sentence, killed the judge, jury, and the defense
Call me Freddy the way that I fence
I know the way of the blade, slicing opps every day
Got a house with a maid, while you just get played
Don't even get a bae, don't even get laid
Every day you reminded
You're a failure in the game of life, this shit ain't yours, it's mine
Cruising down the street, in a boat that I stole
Bust in your house, get down on the floor
I need everything, robbing clams for their pearls
Strip search a bitch, 'cuz I got my .44
Krabs says the mob been asking him for cash
So I know I gotta grab my .44 and blast
See two guards standing by the fucking gate
Let's roll the dice and decide they're fucking fate
Plant a bomb under everybody's car
So nobody going nowhere, it's time to spar
Busting out windows with the butt of my gun
See the motherfucker hit the back, he on the run
So I guess it's time to have a little fun
Pick up the tommy gun from the floor, shoot his son
Find him outside when the cars start to blow
Barrel between his eyes, tell him "Krabs says 'Hello'"