Its getting hot in hereeee
Somze, do i smell fear or is the pressure gettin' too much to bear?
I'm Nairaland's finest,still the best but i'm worse than the baddest.
As I grab ma gatz, put it to Somze's headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off tha fcukin release
Straight at your cleavage, I want to see blood n cartilage
Jackal the savage, doin your brain cells huge damage
So Somze want to be a hardcore?
With ma fangz on his back, talkin bout the gats in his wacky raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
that you're screamin, negro u dreamin
Sticks and stones break bones, but ma lyrics'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Its Jackal, the street- talker, heat sparker
the beef starter, packin guns while i eat large prawn-crackers.
Its kind of blurred when i stare at Somze, err
gay aint the only thing you call a Geezer
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said Bleep 'em negro-hoes, I started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
So i stuck to rappin' because i wont quit this yappin'
Or I'ma lift the mac in that can lead to another mishap happenin'
Le Chacal is the Nairaland's finest. Don't step to me because i am the meanest.
I've taken Rhymes to the peak of da Everest. Droppin bombs on the dungeonz of the lamest.
Ma posse's like a buncha wild Sicilians with bangers the size of African spears
It's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
Its terrodome, when you see my P's you need to run behind ssshit
You gotta heart? You betta find it or u might lose a life and some handsome digits.
I got a hundred strong arm soul ready to bust your bollockz. Clocks tickin', your days are numbered in low digits
Somze looks suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
Get chopped up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
Get laced up with scars, your placid willy needs em stitches.

Its getting hot in hereeee
Do i smell fear or is the pressure gettin' too much to bear?
Why's hot-angel seekin' ma lips?
She's foaming on the lips between her hips
Probably she's on heat so lets get in between the sheets.
I'm Nairaland's finest,still the best but i'm worse than the baddest.
As I grab ma gatz, put it to Nike's headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off tha fcukin release
Straight at your cleavage, I want to see blood n cartilage
Jackal the savage, doin your brain cells huge damage
So Rhodalyn want to be a hardcore?
With ma fangz on her back, talkin bout the gats in her raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
that you're screamin, baby u dreamin
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Its Jackal, the street- talker, heat sparker
the beef starter, packin guns while i eat prawn-crackers.
Its kind of blurred when i stare at ushergurl
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Slut,Bitch,Tart, Tramp, (oh, how you doin xxshawtyxx?)
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said Bleep the hoes, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
So i stuck to rappin' because i wont quit the yappin'
Or I'ma lift the mac in
That can lead to another mishap happenin'

Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap happenin
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin

As I grab ma gatz, put it to Somze's headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off tha fcukin release
Straight at your cleavage, I want to see blood n cartilage
Jackal the savage, doin your brain cells huge damage

As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage

So Somze want to be a hardcore?
With ma fangz on his back, talkin bout the gats in his wacky raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
that you're screamin, negro u dreamin

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I cant feel that hardcore appeal
That youre screamin, baby Im dreamin

Sticks and stones break bones, but ma lyrics'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill you quicker
Especially when Im drunk off the liquor

Its Jackal, the street- talker, heat sparker
the beef starter, packin guns while i eat large prawn-crackers.

Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
Packin guns when im sleep walkin

Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said Bleep 'em negro-hoes, I started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes

Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said Bleep the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes

So i stuck to rappin' because i wont quit this yappin'
Or I'ma lift the mac in that can lead to another mishap happenin'

Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap happenin
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin