Capt, Jack, Or Henny ( Beamer, Benz, or Bently)

Hook:
Capt, jack, or henny/
Capt, jack, or henny/
Might fuck with that remy/
But I'm bout that Capt, jack, or henny/

Verse:
Aye I need have my remedy/
Someone get the henessy/
The hissing in my ears, possibly be the haters and my enemies/
Pretending to be friends of me/
S-s-sipping on they haterade that be envy green and I know they recipe/
Weez, success, and jealousy/
Go ahead and drink it up, Burning as it going down/
If you didn't know it then bet you niggas know it now/
Whoa baby slow it down/
These ladies touching grabbing me/
they going down like I just cranked up the gravity/
Is that ya chick, oh that shit is so sad to see/
I don't care if you mad at me/
I call this a tragedy, a travesty, and a fallacy/
Act conkubines and bow down to your majesty/
But back to liquor on the rocks shaken never stirred/
Some niggas never learn/
Shots back to back before they have a chance to burn/
All them shots of liquor is gon fuck you up quicker/
Till you wake up with your dick caught up in the zipper/
Talking bout some
Fuck Capt, jack, and henny/
Fuck Capt, jack and henny/
Shoulda fuck with nuvo and that remy/
All because you had like 20 way too many/
When it comes to the brown, I aint even gonna clown/
I'll fuck around and need somebody to pick up off the ground/
Fuck it we gettin saucey just kicking it club, or bar, or party/
we the life of the party got everybody gettin naughty/
Yeah muthafucka I get down with the....

Hook:
Capt, jack, or henny/
Capt, jack, or henny/
Might fuck with that remy/
But I'm bout that Capt, jack, or henny/

My Ignorant Shit

as long as ya'll gon call me ignorant/
Let's get on topic of ya'll being hypocrites/
I know no matter how hard you try please em, some of em is always gonna hate/
And I know certain words gon always carry a of bit weight/
Let's take the word nigger/
A nigger is a nigga/
nigga, nugga, get it nucca/
I know some of ya'll is gon disagree/
How bout you try that where they still string us up down in Mississippi/
How bout the Klan members throwing tea parties/
Sarah Palin is all for em naughty, naughty/
Time to face it, there will always be racists/
If your skin ain't white this country still hates us/
I keep my hat left but I'm not a Crip or a communist/
I wonder how many people gon give they 2 cents to this/
Its weez spitting some ignorant shit/

Lyrical Exercise

Ayo closed mouths don't get fed and a big one will get you punched in it/
Hell nigga I flip out just for fun it/
Shit, I back it up and i talk a lot of it/
And just cause my eyes brown, it don't mean I'm full of it/
What fuck am I eating that got me I'm dropping only hot shit/
This rap shit, I consider this my outlet/
Its fucked up to say but muthafuckin truth hurts/
dead man walkin, when I catch him ima put him in the dirt/
super sweet when I speak ya name it make my fucking teeth hurt/
Like my opinion then you can come see me jerk/
But You a pussy you don't talk, you just meow at me/
Don't be mad at me, hey that's just reality/
My reality, dreams is shit I just can't believe/
In God I trust but in guns and green I believe/
And it seems
They say I'ma pestemist for knowing they're things I can't achive/
With the cards given/
Strong willed or hard headed, either way the ole boy Coy driven/
And that result comes from hard living/
However, my talent that was God given/
Ima make a killing or get killed trying to make a killing/ that'll be Lord willing/
I dont knocking on wood cuz that don't mean shit around my hood/
Cuz teen's Babies gone be born, people gon die/
Kids gon laugh, and mamas still gon cry/
Still a need to look fly, so fiends gon coming to get supplied/
People need it but can't handle the truth/
But what should I do, sit here and lie to you from the booth/
I'm on the attack, fuck you, fuck this, and fuck that/
yall throrugh bred is watered down, my genes is intact/
Mmm scrumous your wack raps is just a snack/
So call me a pesomist, when yall know ima realist/
Not the hardest or the smartest of starters, I'm the realest and the illest and you know it cause you feel this/

Public Announcement (Welcome to the Jersey Zoo)

Ima genius at heart, but my minds artistic/
My lyrics is like cowboy linemen, so offensive/
So many aint get it, so sorry if u missed it/
I'm prolly gon catch hell for my saying next shit/
But the flow retarted man, not autistic/
I make things up as I go along, cause I forgit shit/
I'm nuttin like a hammer, I don't make hits I spit classics/
burn thru beats with the heat like acid/
I came in the game without much to my name/
I'm a wild animal and I will not be tamed/
No leash, cuffs, cage, can hold my stage of insane/
If u kno me shudder whenever where ever they utter my name/
Silver back beast/
Fresh beats, is my kind of a feast/
Eat rappers I got munchies/
Mad funny/
Becuz my family know I aint even that hungry/
I feel at home in the zoo like chillin like al bundy/
torture you and murder you, the rapping ted bundy/
Reppin 7-32, welcome to the Jersey Zoo!!!/
Skeee-yyyooouuu!!!
Coo-coo

Angels

If you mad at me,
then you can blame God for my birth/
I let my actions speak for me,
take these words for they worth/
But basically my words worthless/
Ima do my thing,
Now watch how I work this/
When i spit on track I'm feeling relaxed,
knowing heaven's angels got my back/
The silver back of jersey zoo,
who fuck the is you/
We drop djs and tell artists to get a fucking clue/
We animals let's loose from our cages/
Lyrically just mashing and smashing niggas faces/
bring it back we rip off faces and leave em fucking faceless/
Baby faces like we ageless
that'll be our aces/
Card shark in my element/
You little minoes is irelevent, and most lacking intelligence/
Wack lyrics is the evidence/
We leaving em all shook,
Wit d the bad wolf/
mad loot coming off book/
You want us, then shore points is where to look/

Kids

Back in day I was poppin cherries on them future models/
who knew today I'd be hood famous and poppin bottles/
by 10 I had nuts, and by then I was considered nuts/
no drink beer, no smoking dutch/
just truckin and I had a shot that was clutch/
cuz moms aint raise me to be a punk/
so I didn't keep any in my bunch/
The 10 cents in my pocket could get me a week's lunch/
jokes bout moms would get your ass jumped/
In the 90's it was cool to bust a sag and grab my junk/
i was known to be the man at hide and hump/
make out in the closet for 7 minutes in heaven/
kiss on the cheek meant steady, on the lips meant a wedding/
back to the future man cause now i'm way past that/
just reminising on times that i can laugh at/
Kill the carrier, dry raman and kool aid was the biz/
Those were the days I remember as a kid/

Exhibit C

Let me know what you think. I wrote it last night. Had a dream I was on stage rapping this verse. So I woke at like 1am and wrote it then went back to sleep.

I'm da the silver back gorilla that they let roam free in the jersey zoo/
with that being said who the fuck is you/
niggas knew me b4 my knee blew for havin hops like kangaroos/
tailbacks and point guards just don't mix/
I was a track star them other sports was just for kicks/
but it was this rappin that I found my nitch/
pop off at the mouth but no one would fight or battle me shit/
murda this beat thanx to electronica/
I'm on ya mind like a yamica, without the hannica/
My flow is off the chart so forget the monita (monitor)/
Wit every rhyme i getting hotta like a fever breaking all thermometers/
I'ma instrument of def but keep me out ya mouf cuz i am no harmonica/
Ever since I lost my vcard at 10 I've been scheming divas broads like that singer named monica/
Ladies Ill never claim that I'm in love wit ya/
maybe say that I'm fond of her/
It is what it is and I aint gon lie to ya/
the truth is since she met me baby I been on to ya/
from the gutter used to stutter/
but now I'm smoother den butter, and u cling to like a cliff every word that I utter/
Something that yall still don't get/
Ill burn thru beat that I muthafuckin git/
don't know if its fire or acid that I spit/
I'm true to word, i'll remember every muthafucka if or when I get rich/
whether they was cool or they was 2 faced bitch/
Chances are she gon come back in my life wit high and shit/
I love her and hate her and touchy subject so that's all u gon get/
I'ma strong arm the world take it as that/
Ill gladly have put ocp and the whole damn zoo on my back/
took all on my mind and got it off of my chest/
time is but an obstacle, an obstacle is just a test/
and as anxious as I get/
I manage to pass every test no sweat/
Cuz I do it well and ima do it till my death/
don't know how to not do everything to do my very best/
Is this Exhibit a, b, or c/
naw nigga this no exhibit this is me/
I swear killing whatever my niggas gimme next/
BET!