Kinda Tight by TheJonesMob Lyrics
VERSE 1: TheJonesMob
So what I gotta prove to make you call me kinda tight
I'm left brained but you all know I'm rhyming right
I spit the heat to light the wick, I am dynamite
I'm seeing diamonds in the sky, like I'm flying kites
On LSD with an Elephant and we're hella G
Best friends with Kobe Bryant while wearning Celtic's Tee
Donald duck fainted me and Elton we're helping, see
Giving mouth to mouth to a duck, I'm foulmouthed yipee!
My posture's an apposter of pish poshing on pot
While I kick off the top and I spit often alot
I'm Rick Ross with sick talk, tic toc til I drop
The world on Ke$ha's head I ain't stopping at all
So sit and listen while I boss words and toss nerds
I'm putting Saul first in front of all your offers
I was born a semen I'll be scheming till your balls hurt
It's a lie to call me a tall jerk, for what's it all worth
I'm rapping wasted off of ten shots tall served
I never ask but if she wants it dog it's all hers
I call first but she never stops texting me
Estrogen check, sometimes I must be left in peace
CHORUS:
I won't say it, but do you think I'm kinda tight?
It doesn't matter less you think it, am I kinda tight?
Inside an insane asylum violently white
But scared of black gangsters who might find me at night
I ain't amazing, I ain't great, I'm just kinda tight
I'm not the best in the game, simply kinda tight
You can admit it can't you? I'm kinda tight
Just say it kid, say it, I dare you
VERSE 2: TheJonesMob
Death by fruity loops, I guess cereal kills
I'm spitting lyrical skills that give ethereal chills
I whip you all with my miracle meal
Slap some mayo on a pussy, eat it out, getting venereal thrills
Let's make a marital deal, we'll get married we'll chill
We'll get sweaty, then divorce. but that's very unreal
Scary is the feeling this scenario feels
I'm spinning around while high, these are aerial drills
I'm Doctor Seuss with a Cockatoo bopping offa you
Slapping my cock on two chicks faces but they probly chew
I love brain but you know I ain't a zombie dude
And my shit sicker than a whole load of raunchy poo
Now I'm down with the flu, I made a sick beat
So fricking ill that's why I'm six feet
I spit heat these flaming fags like shit G!
I love my shit, I'm underground, so I dig me
I hate writers block I don't want a third verse
I'm killing rappers, my demo is the first hearse
Mom says she loves the rap but stop it with the curse words
I tell her they're for emphasis, she says you are straight dirt
CHORUS:
VERSE 3: TheJonesMob
Getting drunk off Morgan's and Martini's with Martini
In bikini and a big booty bouncing in my Lamborghini
Got a great big weenie bigger than Shrek's Zucchini
On a bean bag chair baked wearing a beanie
Horny as a teenage boy and crazy as a 90's kid
Living life with internet to interest the life I live
With mindless interactions over facebook causing violence and
The pride inside the cocky make the humble all go psycho and
I'm rhyming but I might go on the Idol I'm American
The west say they best that's because they're the arrogant
It's apparent they parents shit and told them they the very best
Cuz they think they're the very best, now the rest are very stressed
But screw 'em we don't care about 'em, I'm smarter than Aristotle
Buy a couple 26's but you know that I share the bottle
Aragog's my fucking pet, Shelob is her sidekick
Momma told me don't swear, I told her that's a mind flip
Harry Potter said "damn, your magic's pretty tight, kid"
I told him I taught Thomas Eddy how to build a light switch
I try to be humble, I try to be a nice kid
Kinda tight, not great or anything, here's where I dip
CHORUS:
So what I gotta prove to make you call me kinda tight
I'm left brained but you all know I'm rhyming right
I spit the heat to light the wick, I am dynamite
I'm seeing diamonds in the sky, like I'm flying kites
On LSD with an Elephant and we're hella G
Best friends with Kobe Bryant while wearning Celtic's Tee
Donald duck fainted me and Elton we're helping, see
Giving mouth to mouth to a duck, I'm foulmouthed yipee!
My posture's an apposter of pish poshing on pot
While I kick off the top and I spit often alot
I'm Rick Ross with sick talk, tic toc til I drop
The world on Ke$ha's head I ain't stopping at all
So sit and listen while I boss words and toss nerds
I'm putting Saul first in front of all your offers
I was born a semen I'll be scheming till your balls hurt
It's a lie to call me a tall jerk, for what's it all worth
I'm rapping wasted off of ten shots tall served
I never ask but if she wants it dog it's all hers
I call first but she never stops texting me
Estrogen check, sometimes I must be left in peace
CHORUS:
I won't say it, but do you think I'm kinda tight?
It doesn't matter less you think it, am I kinda tight?
Inside an insane asylum violently white
But scared of black gangsters who might find me at night
I ain't amazing, I ain't great, I'm just kinda tight
I'm not the best in the game, simply kinda tight
You can admit it can't you? I'm kinda tight
Just say it kid, say it, I dare you
VERSE 2: TheJonesMob
Death by fruity loops, I guess cereal kills
I'm spitting lyrical skills that give ethereal chills
I whip you all with my miracle meal
Slap some mayo on a pussy, eat it out, getting venereal thrills
Let's make a marital deal, we'll get married we'll chill
We'll get sweaty, then divorce. but that's very unreal
Scary is the feeling this scenario feels
I'm spinning around while high, these are aerial drills
I'm Doctor Seuss with a Cockatoo bopping offa you
Slapping my cock on two chicks faces but they probly chew
I love brain but you know I ain't a zombie dude
And my shit sicker than a whole load of raunchy poo
Now I'm down with the flu, I made a sick beat
So fricking ill that's why I'm six feet
I spit heat these flaming fags like shit G!
I love my shit, I'm underground, so I dig me
I hate writers block I don't want a third verse
I'm killing rappers, my demo is the first hearse
Mom says she loves the rap but stop it with the curse words
I tell her they're for emphasis, she says you are straight dirt
CHORUS:
VERSE 3: TheJonesMob
Getting drunk off Morgan's and Martini's with Martini
In bikini and a big booty bouncing in my Lamborghini
Got a great big weenie bigger than Shrek's Zucchini
On a bean bag chair baked wearing a beanie
Horny as a teenage boy and crazy as a 90's kid
Living life with internet to interest the life I live
With mindless interactions over facebook causing violence and
The pride inside the cocky make the humble all go psycho and
I'm rhyming but I might go on the Idol I'm American
The west say they best that's because they're the arrogant
It's apparent they parents shit and told them they the very best
Cuz they think they're the very best, now the rest are very stressed
But screw 'em we don't care about 'em, I'm smarter than Aristotle
Buy a couple 26's but you know that I share the bottle
Aragog's my fucking pet, Shelob is her sidekick
Momma told me don't swear, I told her that's a mind flip
Harry Potter said "damn, your magic's pretty tight, kid"
I told him I taught Thomas Eddy how to build a light switch
I try to be humble, I try to be a nice kid
Kinda tight, not great or anything, here's where I dip
CHORUS: