Jack Sickers

By Nasty Jack

On 100 Bags

Released on March 8, 2015

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[Verse 1: Nasty Jack]

It's Jack Nast, which Big Narst?

Not Little Nast, everyting bun up

Put on my stunners, lightning, Usain Bolt these runners

Man gonna get clapped down with your gunners

Tell soundboys to bring their bruddas

Fee fi fo, lick down these fuckers

Take your bread and butters, disrespect man's muddas

Say it with your chest, don't mutter, say what you want, it don't matter

Boy Better Know like my leng don't jam-a

Hear what me say, I will circle and murkle your ends like Jammer

Poom poom slapper, tek man's topper

Wrap that rapper, jab that jabber

Run up in the ends if a crew ain't thorough

Dem boy dere, nah, they ain't thorough


[Hook: Nasty Jack]

You don't know me, cuzzy

Nah, nah, nah, you don't know me, cuzzy

One-four-O, with waves I does it

Jack Nasty, Grim Sickers get gully

Nah, you don't know me, cuzzy

One-four-O, with waves I does it

Jack Nasty, Grim Sickers get gully

Do it for the rep, I'll do it for the money


[Verse 2: Grim Sickers]

I'll put a hole in your head like a dolphin

Open a wound to put salt in

And God knows you ain't coping

It don't matter, me, I'm zoning

[?] make everybody hold him

Get weighed in for the weight you're holding

Don't move to- shh, black bin- shh

Hundred- shh, yo, dude- shh, shh, shh

In sex, invest in the skin and flesh

So I'm getting knocked down? I'll come back for your head

That flow there's a hundred bags

Hook in the darkness is a hundred Zs

Eff your whole camp, rain dem and spin ya

Crew pushed back next winter

Like MaYHem, diggy-diggy dagger

Eyes roll back if I stick it all in ya


[Hook: Nasty Jack]

You don't know me, cuzzy

Nah, nah, nah, you don't know me, cuzzy

One-four-O, with waves I does it

Jack Nasty, Grim Sickers get gully

Nah, you don't know me, cuzzy

One-four-O, with waves I does it

Jack Nasty, Grim Sickers get gully

Do it for the rep, I'll do it for the money