album cover
Down
Hip-Hop/Rap
Down was released on March 28, 2025 by Rabbit Records as a part of the album Down The Rabbit Hole
album cover
Release DateMarch 28, 2025
LabelRabbit Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM140

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Masterson
Jack Masterson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Masterson
Jack Masterson
Songwriter
Bob Hennigan
Bob Hennigan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Masterson
Jack Masterson
Engineer

Lyrics

Hi Jack, Bob Hennigan here
Jack, I don't like the cut of your jib, OK
And I'll tell you why
Oh, yeah
Ballycroy
I'm a high-flying comedy promoter in Connacht anyway
Maniac
Go back to CEX if you want to play games with me
Been a while since you've seen Sex Virgin like TV3
I live for the chase
Shit changed my whole worldview
My whip goes skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt like an all-girls school
Never mind, bitch, your curfew
Because you like the way I talk, I tell her
Make that shit clap, but it does it when she walks
But I don't want to get involved, so I made a joke of it
And my ass is not a sploof, stop blowing smoke up it
Don't ruin the night, cause this is the night
My audio's like a Cosby drink, fuckin' Spiked
So follow me down, tomorrow we crown
Your self-esteem's like a stripper's dad
Not around now
I'ma lay it down
I'm the guy that y'all should know about
If you don't believe me, come and see my show
Oh, shit, it's sold out
I'm chillin' and I'm zoned out
I'm sinkin' into this couch
I'm not around
I'm smokin' pounds
You try to lift me up while they try to bring me down
Now
We're looking at your profile here
Musician
Comedian
Filmmaker
Ah, yeah
Jack of all trades Masterson of none
I studied the game very closely
I'm stayin' up late, havin' no sleep
But most of these rappers just slow sheep
They're lookin' for trends like they're Bo Peep
Now let's look at my last drop
They're givin' me mad props
And I'm not racist
Call of Duty
It's the only black ops that Jack's got
And I'm scrapin' up keef like Tekashi
If you don't believe me, then watch me
Hit her from behind like Yoshi
Now my pocket buzzin' Tamagotchi
That should be troublin
Runnin' this shit like I'm Sonia O'Sullivan
And I won't stop till I'm like Ireland
My capital will be dublin
Now the bottles poppin' and bubblin
And the models, I'm in love with them
Seein' life, gettin' pieced together
Bit by bit can be puzzlin
I'll follow you down
Now we underground
You see that mad hatter, my cash fatter
His wife is no longer around
I got that amber alert
What the fuck you heard
I know just how to get on your nerves
Past life an oasis, but my future life is just all a blur
I know how to cause a fuckin' stir
They want me to stop, but I'm undeterred
Killin' this shit every chance I get
Just like I live in the fuckin' purge
Let's have another look here
I don't like you Jack
I just, I don't know
Yeah
It's the Ballycroy Maniac
I don't like that
Yeah
Right
I used to speed on every track
You could tell how I was channelin
Thoreux mixed with Miranda
You can call me Lewis Hamilton
Free time, panickin
That all my time is vanishing
Got sad bars wrapped between some funny packaging
Like a penguin, my bars be frugal
Write my name, it comes up in Google
Write my name on that fuckin' check
Cause it shares a poster with Father Dougal
We keep goin' up
The haters is stuck back on the island
While I be wildin
I don't give a fuck
I already won
They might have found a diamond this side of Ireland
And my writing is renowned
And I made it out of town
You can try to bring me down
But you will never keep me down
Like now
Hold on a second, Ballycroy Mayo
Hang on
You're a Mayo man
You never mentioned that, Jack
That changes everything now, Jack
That changes everything
Fellow Mayo man
God bless you
From God's own county
That God created in his own image
And then cursed
Cause God hates himself
I'll tell you what, Jack
We'll give you an auld try out so.
Written by: Bob Hennigan, Jack Masterson
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...