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Jesters
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jesters was released on April 9, 2020 by 1102333 Records DK as a part of the album Jesters - Single
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Release DateApril 9, 2020
Label1102333 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alejandro Torres
Alejandro Torres
Songwriter

Lyrics

Gimme the beat imma body pull my s*** and BANG
Hip hop I embody it, hit the scene and do my thang
I’m over your head and it’s obvious you a b**** and you got bangs
Soloist killer a solo man army I’m dolo and don’t need a gang
But it just so happens that my heakrack
N***** is wit it we killing em really so dead that
Leave it or not you gon end up on ripley my lead clap
Feed you some paint with chlamydia feces
Your b**** she a butter cup eat her like reces
She screaming so loud boutta put her on leafly
I’m telling you now, you will never be down
You ain’t even a joker you’re less than a clown
Riddle me this, why keep a jester around
It’s for the amusement you’re making laugh while you wrestle for crowns
N***** ain’t on my level ain’t beat the first boss
I’m getting head and she giving me tail this life is just coin toss
Stuck in the matrix I’m chewing these blue pills yea I’m going hard
Oh God you don’t have a sack full of testicles and ya boy soft
From the bottom so she wanna top me off
Big enough to spill bergs and I’m dropping jaws
When KIL drop you know it’s popping off
Get a kick cuz you only good for the net, soccer ball
Gimme the beat imma body pull my s*** and BANG
Hip hop I embody it, hit the scene and do my thang
I’m over your head and it’s obvious you a b**** and you got bangs
Soloist killer a solo man army I’m dolo and don’t need a gang
But it just so happens that my heakrack
N***** is wit it we killing em really so dead that
Leave it or not you gon end up on ripley my lead clap
Feed you some paint with chlamydia feces
Your b**** she a butter cup eat her like reces
She screaming so loud boutta put her on leafly
Killin these n***** but never been soft spitting my lore in hills
Killing the burbs when they witness a thug that’s a foreign thrill
She rocking four inch heels thinking she tall showing skill
And unlike these industry puppeteer rappers when I give a sign she know the deal
Coming for mine like I’m rushing for gold
Drumming the line university flow
Numbing and blind when the stumbling
Bumbling idiots think they can f*** with a known
Murderer killing the game like a Dalia
Black and I’m wilding and packing Somalia
Guns in a written you spitting is not enough
Capture your soul with the flow then I’ll body ya
God to these rappers but praise the most high
Nail yo a** to the fence you playing both sides
You ain’t bout it homie don’t lie
When the chrome fly you’ll screaming wi putting up no fi
Gimme the beat imma body pull my s*** and BANG
Hip hop I embody it, hit the scene and do my thang
I’m over your head and it’s obvious you a b**** and you got bangs
Soloist killer a solo man army I’m dolo and don’t need a gang
But it just so happens that my heakrack
N***** is wit it we killing em really so dead that
Leave it or not you gon end up on ripley my lead clap
Feed you some paint with chlamydia feces
Your b**** she a butter cup eat her like reces
She screaming so loud boutta put her on leafly
Written by: Alejandro Torres
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