Second Song

By Jacob the King

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[Jacob the King]

Yeah my flow so cold, you can call me Frosty

Hair so fine and my goals are so lofty

Not a thing in the world bigger than this IQ

Girl call it a Christmas from me to you

And it's gotta be true, cause you are my boo

Yeah I'm hot and dangerous call me Lucy Liu

Got that private education now you're feeling these vibrations

The white kid is coming out but it's not lactation

Take a look at my face and you think that I'm nothing

I'll take your girl to my place for some long extended hugging

Even though it's not Thanksgiving offer her my mom's stuffing

When I'm done make like a grandma put a pie in the oven

I'm on a mountain drinking from the fountain of youth

But these older folks is poutin'

I got love in my heart, don't expect it on the beat though

You know that is a promise like a Kobe Bryant free though

Because you know your boy is balling

Call you a proud parent cause I'm a baby crawling

On my knees as I please, have some fun for free

I'm riding in a blimp and I'm cool as the breeze

And who the hell thinks that they can follow this flow?

You're three sodas deep man, you just got to go

Get out my face, better yet get out of this place

And I'm crushing these white Russians like I'm in the space race

Call me JFK, not good with pigs, but I spit straight fire no filler

Lee Harvey Oswald on a hot Dallas day, you know I'm a lyrical killer

I'm world renowned for the money I blow

I'm hard as rocks you're soft as a pillow

And you can travel the globe, but no matter where you go

You won't find no rapper no realer