Jackie Shell, Bounty Hunter - Jake Palumbo, El Gant, Ras Kass

When I’m walking on the scene

Like Akeem The African Dream, mean

Fuck your life and sipping lean

I been in the hole like I overdosed on Ketamine

Then jumped up out with a better scheme

Full-steaming ahead and headed to get this team to scream

You ain’t agreeing?

We ain’t being civil lil' b*****s like Cybil Shepherd

We freezing 'em with weapons like Duncan in Double Dribble

Brittle plate of vittles, get your body broke

Jake Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat

Over the ropes, choke, no hope

Just toke like a chief does

I been dealing with these childish angry underground angry artists

So long that I know they need a brief hug

And I’m over the emotions and Different Strokes my favorite show

So I don’t watch these Re-Runs

Watch us leave guns, leave blood in a crisis

Leave you lifeless like a pre-cum

Got a license for this mean drum, I’m Seagram’s

We run this racket like Acolytes

Terry Bradshaw, this the sacrifice

HOOK — Jake Palumbo

This is Rated E for Everyone

Wolfenstein 3-D, cheat codes for every gun

For every schmuck that say I’m too hard to market

I’m Jackie Shell with his eyes on target

And if I had a guarantee I wouldn’t go to hell and fry

I’d have illegitimate kids & bad people would die

Try to hold my liquor, long run thinking bigger

Jackie Shell, Bounty Hunter with his finger on the trigger

VERSE 2 — Jake Palumbo

It’s a stick-figure line between genius and insanity

Every day I lose my keys plus my faith in humanity

Faceless, Sean Hannity, bar-faced lies

Spoiler Alert: Life ain’t fair, Scarface dies

I’m a product of the 3rd worst schools in America

Where they break into Rite-Aid with butter knives & a Derringer

Brutal staff sergeant in Platoon, Tom Berenger

I’m 11 years down, can I last another decade

In this god-awful oddball occupation

I’m obsessed with slinging cock and balls in mid-ovulation

Hit my side-chicks raw, wear a condom in the hot tub

What kind of sense does that make?

My logic is impossible

Get high and preach the gospel, Jake The Snake Roberts

Never let a lazy artist disrespect my pockets

I’m booked too solid, circuit judge got the docket full

Why settle for crack?

This amphetamine rocket fuel

(REPEAT HOOK)

VERSE 3 — Ras Kass

I’m B.B. King calling out your TV screen

Contorted like that bitch from The Ring, the blue scene

Lead guitar string gets picked

On the chitlins circuit

I paid dues till I paid off all debts, but still never get no service

My credit score should be 851

Caribou Lou with the 151, go dumb

Feeling so numb, I can’t feel my Face-book

This bitch sniffing Adderal on my iPad

That’s why I hate Brooke, but thanks, Brooke

You gave me some life bars

It’s just another day at the beach like being a lifeguard

Homies pack blammers, so when you feel the burn

It won’t B. Sanders

Guerillas with bananas, we shoot Tarzans

And peel your wig back like George Costanza

Call the ambulance or meet up at the rapture

Adapt to evolve & conquer tatted on my bicep

I’ll probably f*** my country up like Wyclef