The Pumpkin Patch - Jarv

Hey, what’s up, Thief- How you doing?

How you been?

You know I love rocking to your beats, my friend

Although, I figured I would say this- No offense meant

But I made this beat and I’ll proceed to beat it with the pen

Shake it up, shanked and cut, drank the blood

I’m takin the main-stage, they ain’t hanging with us

When making it flood flows, I cold yank the plug

And these lames straight vacate guts caked in mud

Stay tough, tried and true- Face the danger

Y’all wear Versace, but Jarv wears Wranglers

Uhhh, check the style, I’m no stranger

To tearing up the microphone, it’s quite a no-brainer

To me that is- Extremely deviant hedonism

When I get up in ‘em, feed em to the pigs

Really sick- And then I eat the mother-fucking pigs too

Your mother said I was a big dude

Now do you get the pic, dude?

I’ll rock your socks, drop your pistol

Or point it at the sky, you’re not stopping this dude

I sift through your mix like sand in my fist

I demand you hand over your jams that exist

Oh, you got none?

Aww, what a shame, punk, I’m not done

I’ll end your life, I operate mics like shotguns

Boom- Ahh

Straight to the dome- Now which lady is taking me home?

Making it known now, I’ma go down-

In the history books- Sickening crook, so foul

Never know bounds, feel the bass go blaow

Disturb your heart rate and turn the place out

Say, «wow, he’s amazing, I’d never heard his name

‘Till the day I saw him play and he straight caved the place in

His last name’s Jarvis, his first name’s Nathan

I heard he’s a hermit who lurks in his basement»

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya been?

Run and tell your neighbor Jarv’s at it again

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya' doing?

Step to the kid and get ruined

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya been?

Run and tell your neighbor Jarv’s at it again

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya doin?

Groove to the beat, keep moving

You cannot stop me when I’m rocking non-stop

The boss be tossing flows- Overload, talking at god-speed

I’m flossing- These hoes, they be so sopping

Listening to bomb beats, chilling, sipping some Knob Creek

You won’t see me drinking Mikes Hard Lemonade

Same ol' cliche, Bob say, «turn the page»

You don’t get a feature if I’m not getting paid

Hot;

one million eight degrees centigrade

Churn up the butter while I serve up the gold

Turn up the verbal stove, burn up the flow

I like my women hot and I prefer my beer cold

When I burn up the stage even the firm gonna fold

That’s that and nobody can twist me up

Kid, when I spit, your lips will get quickly shut

Punk, you concede defeat immediately when he bust

And you commence then to extend fisticuffs?

But I don’t do that shit, so move back, bitch

Your crew lacks in tactics, who’s that gonna attract?

If you wanna get schooled and you wanna learn something

My advice to you is drop the act and try to have some fun with it

Runt of the litter, son’s a punk spitter

If I say that I don’t dig it, I’m a hater and I’m bitter

Right, well if that’s true, riddle me this

How come every time your set hits, everyone dips?

They be leavin' you- I ain’t saying they got faith

I’m saying they make an exit when you step on stage

‘Cause they don’t don’t wanna hear that bullshit, played out, pissed off,

tough guy persona that you activate

Had to say it- Sorry, it’s the way that I feel

What’s the point of making music if your music isn’t real?

I just wanna have fun, make beats and kick rhymes

And I’ll do it with my own voice, on my own time

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya been?

Run and tell your neighbor Jarv’s at it again

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya' doing?

Step to the kid and get ruined

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya been?

Run and tell your neighbor Jarv’s at it again

Hello, wassup, hey, how ya doin?

Groove to the beat, keep moving

You move left to right

Ready, set, let’s catch wreck tonight

You move front to back

From the club to the pumpkin patch (What?) 2x