ll cool j return of jack the ripper Lyrics

We just gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is a Tunnel banger too
Word up, Tunnel banger baby
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your little b____ a__ for frontin
You poor little crackhead a__ ain't hurtin nuttin
n____ you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting f___ed by a stick of dynamite
You're weak n____, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones
f___ing everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound a__ and make you float
You read it shook n____, I wrote the book, n____
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy a__ a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, n____ I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the b____
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, n____ you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Affirmative Action

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Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom n____ so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that s___ for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I beat your homeless a__ down
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, a__ cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's b___a boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my t__le's stolen
Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp
Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to
hire
You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to
bust
n____ in Todd we trust

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Now break it down for me !

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
in hip-hop, word up, no bullshit
Oh I ain't done yet

You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my d___ hard with that b____ a__ track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's d___ hopin to come back
Never that, n____ my size is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil, p____cat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya a__ with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You goin out --- ahh f___ it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
Career be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder n____, where you headed
m____FUCKA, where's a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
That's you, yeah n____ I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at n____s' proms
f__got, you better battle number two
Cause number one, got his t__le locked down son
The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT n____ SON? (d___ L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets erect
Warning, all MC's better retreat
Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they t__les, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his f___in mic on
Sold ya n____, thought I told ya n____
Crossover, slam dunk, game over n____ (one more time son)
Sold ya n____, thought I told ya n____
Crossover, slam dunk, game over n____