Jarren Benton Slow Motion 2 Intro

Yah, they be like Jarren!

Where the fuck you’ve been, dawg?

I’m back nigga, K-K-Kato on the track bitch

Slow Motion, this is Volume 2

A pussy nigga what we calling you

My pockets right, let’s hit a mall or two

Ayy me and flick will drink up all the goose

The bitches show love to all the crew

I rap to get dough, that’s all I do

Aye middle finger up to all of you!

Aye Jarren what happened to Funk Volume?

Holy Christ Jesus Cliff Huxtable

Drunk enough a fat bitch is fuckable

Flashy nigga all my sneakers colorful

Nigga shooting outta BMW

Still stepping out in my Adidas

1800 in my margarita

She gon’ let me give her throat a fetus

Imma go to sleep and she gon’ roll the reefer

Told you I’m not a human nigga

They watchin us just like the Truman niggas

Brass knuckles I would ruin niggas

I snapped the neck of fucking two gorillas

All this pussy feeling too familiar

Oh that’s right, that’s Kato’s mom

Ya’ll just talking, ya’ll don’t spray those guns

I eat a rapper like a bagel bun

These bitches thinking imma ice they wrist

Cause I love they ass and really like they tits

Who gased these bitches like they nitrest

Oxide, one night the bitch

The future’s here, we got the microchips

Hey really soon I might strike it rich

Hey life’s a bitch

And her sister’s a cunt

And any second bitch I might just flip

All this liquor got me feeling woozy

She got lick my dick and fucking hoack a loogie

I’ll pull the knife and fucking drop the toolie

Illess nigga of the top loose-leaf

Fuck cancer, send a prayer to Boosie

Groupies let me get that oochie koochie

I’ll kill a bitch and my dick gets cooties

A group of moolies bout to spray the uzi!

Fuck you Kato

All of you talking shit man

Appreciate y’all staying patient

Slow Motion 2!


Now I bought a ferragamo belt

I love the way marijuana smell

These dirty bitches let you run a train

I call that lil bitch the monorail

Niggas can’t duck 100 shells

This that dope that don’t sit on a scale

If you niggas really whip the colt

Put 100k up for the bail

Never used a fucking ghost writer

Every fucking word I wrote is fire

You ain’t hotter than a broke lighter

Tell that bitch to ride it like a low-rider

In this bitch I’m figting physis nigga

Pray for Paris fighting ISIS niggas

It ain’t even safe up in a church

I might stick a knife in niggas

Used to sip a little syrup

But niggas keep turning up dead

They like you niggas is junkies

They agenda go over your head


Love it when niggas just dancing in dumb

Question the world keep your hand on your gun

This is that brand new Slow Motion nigga

Volume 2 signing out, I am done

Jarren Benton Dreams

[Hook (2X)]

We just wishin’ on the ghetto stars

Money, clothes, hoes and cars

Ridin’ dirty in my city streets

Blowin’ half a O and go and chase my dreams

Yeah, swear a nigga got dreams

[Verse 1]

Wish upon a ghetto star

Clutchin’ on my hopes and dreams

Some niggas won’t make it

Sorry y’all but that’s the way it seems

Put this crack on paper

He puts his on top of triple beams

Different ways to get it but we all just want the same thing

Opportunity’s a limit, there’s some niggas slayin’ ‘cane

Makin’ out of this nightmare, swear it’s hard to maintain

Underneath Graffiti Bridge searchin’ for a decent vein

What’s inside this needle is the only thing that ease my pain

Scariest feelin’ is not knowin’ how to make it one more day

So we meditate and pray, hope to God I find my way

Cause right now I’m not okay

So I take it day by day, and hope these worries go astray

I’m relyin’ on these words to put my kids to better places

Call it crazy all the choices that niggas not educated

Barely made it over some obstacles that I’ve seen

Try not to loose my life for my sanity, when I chase my dreams


[Verse 2]

Wish upon a ghetto star

Hope my grandma’s sickness vanish

Think about her frequently

Anxiety, I sit and panic

Hope you know I love you even though I don’t express it much

I’m just tryna make it, niggas starvin’ out here desperate

Infatuated with not bein’ a loser or a lame

Money talks, I did not write the rules to all these games

Hoes flock when money comes

Bitch is you insane?

She just out here tryna get it

You can’t fuck away your pain

Who am I kiddin’, I can drink away mine neither

I didn’t know that you was hurtin’ too

I am no mind reader

And we let our demons destroy the love that we built for one another

Say some hateful shit we don’t mean, ain’t that a muthafucka?

You know I love when I do this shit for y’all

Apologize for everything, my back’s against the wall

Barely made it over some obstacles that I’ve seen

And I prayin’ not to lose you every day, when I chase my dreams


Jarren Benton Killin My Soul

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

I was conceived in Dracula’s lair

I’m cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair

His feet leaps back in the air

I rip the fur off the back of a bear

The blade’s precise I could chop off a patch of his hair

Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars

Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart

Going like Tony Montana, they poppin’ them hammers, I fall off the banister

Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister

Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me

Where the fuck where you? Now you’re so proud of me

I’ve been on a grind, bitch I don’t know how to sleep

My crew sick to a crucifix

Smoking kush through a hookah stick

Bite the bullet when the ruger spit

Fuck rap, bitch I’m through with it

Niggas know when I was born to ball


Light a stick of dynamite “tick, tick” bang and die right in front of ya’ll

I’m done with living

Satan I’ll be there in a minute

How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing

No religion but my mom’s a christian

I had her tripping when she found my porn subscription

I’m on some different shit

And expensive whips with a different bitch

I rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber’s wrench

I don’t know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me

Nigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby

Mach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed

Full the plug from the life support and the IV’s, nigga try me

Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth

Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn’t get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt

I eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me

We in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty

[Hook: Hopsin]

The game’s got me in a venomous zone

It’s killing my hope, I don’t even feel it no mo’

Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain’t willing to go

Stealing my soul, there’s reasons I can’t leave it alone (fo so)

My legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)

If these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)

These weak niggas straight up killing my soul

That’s why I don’t even feel it no mo’

I ain’t vibing to it

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]

From the moment my pen hit the page

My vision was getting on stage

Dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase

You getting to big for your britches, remember your age

Huh? What the fuck that mean?

Tell ’em doubt me they be reading ’bout me

All this passion you would have to beat it out me

And they said I would never leave my county

Kill that noise, I couldn’t let them breath around me

All I could ever see is drowning

All I could ever see is drowning

All I could ever see is drowning

Now that ain’t no problem but nothing but sharks

I rob ’em, I never needed no help

I should dealt with the fuck I felt

Fuck drowning, I became a shark myself

Momma said keep your head up

My nigga said keep your head up

You hating niggas went head up

I ain’t get fed so I’m fed up

Get some was a proud day for every chick I got head from

I hope you follow, I’m drunk with power like it’s creatine in this red cup

Lose it, now fuse it

It’s useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick

Somebody hating, give two shits

Just make music till I got hot like when it’s humid in Houston

Fuck, truth is I don’t even know why I do this

I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it


[Verse 3: Hopsin]

As of lately my fire’s been lower

Dizzy Wright said I might

Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble

But that ain’t me so I’m digging real deep to write this shit

Yo I’m at five percent

I hope my career does not die in limbo

I wake up just praying my fuse is lit

Cause I don’t get hyped like I used to get

Back when I would hop in the booth and spit

I’m too immune to this

Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)

Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don’t know who it is

I do give bitches spontaneous hunger

And when I do there’s a cloud of raining and thunder

That you’d hate to get under

And when that happens ain’t no place to get comfort

I’m late for the monster, you may be a goner

I put listeners in the craziest slumber

A note to peasants, my vocal presence

Is so perfect that fans get so obsessive

And cry to my shit but don’t confess it

When I’m in my zone you feel that power and passion

My godly words can speak louder than action

And don’t forget it nigga


Jarren Benton Bully

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti,

The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey,

I pop pills and cop kill, the visions haunt me,

Kill him, then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie,

Blow the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby,

The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches’ laundry,

Youz a sucker, motherfucker, and that should alarm me,

You ain’t carrying hammers, you a fictitious army,

Y’all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall me,

And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey,

Unless you want your fuckin’ head shattered, get up off me,

I’m about to break fool on you, catcher, harm me,

Pull the motherfuckin’ biscuit out catch a body,

Italian luxury and I ain’t talking Maserati,

The fish hit you dead in the chest, a kamikaze,

The flying monkey gets Ozbourne like I was Ozzy,


Boxcutter Pazzy!

Yo, Mr. Benton, Kato, what up?!

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks,

I rap like I got Pac’s dead corpse in a shoe box,

I’m a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid shit,

So disrespectful, I slapped Christ off his crucifix,

I go to your funeral, punch the eulogist,

Papa used to tell me that rapping ain’t fuckin’ lucrative,

That’s foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous,

Fuck your opinion, goddamn it, we ’bout to do this shit,

Boxcutter hooligan,

Look what this blade would do to him,

Fuck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin,

Kill him, then I stand over his body, then I shoot again,

Fuck coke, get high off the pesticides of fuel again,

I’m an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell,

I’m strong enough to punch through the ocean and fucking kill a whale,

Scalpels and all sorts of assortments,

Bitch, I’m a pimp, I can sell shit to a toilet,

So scram with your faggot ass,

Don’t make me let the semi blast,

Fuck a gun, don’t make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz,

Y’all some homos, rappers talking ’bout finny bags,

Keep the conversation brief but we ain’t talking clinic ash,

Just read a shitty comment, now my day is ruined,

You ’bout as gay as a B2K reunion,

I’m an innovator, give a shit what they were doin’,

Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard, so now my neighbors movin’,

Adidas on my feet, it’s never Reeboks,

Hop says he dropping his album right after Detox,

I’m into bestiality, getting head from an ewok,

You niggas got it fucked up like a Blood trying to C-Walk,

I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock,

Bitch, I’m off the wall just like fucked up Sheetrock,

Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers, get ethered,

Finish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra.


Jarren Benton Skitzo

[Verse 1:]

Yea, I’m throwin D’s on the Cadillac

Riding through Decatur nigga, bumping Burt Bacharach

You a fuckin’ liar faggot, never slung a crumb of crack

Bash your fuckin window in

I drag you out your pontiac

Tell your mom the zombie’s back

Fucking hypochondriac

Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry mat

Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac

Dude this fuckin album sucks I want my fuckin money back

Disadvantage, I’m schizophrenic, these bitches panic

Dickin Janice, I’m poppin Xanax and speaking Spanish

Na la cum la la cum pla, I ain’t say a word

A fuckin’ nerd, I’m riding dirty with the Mossberg

I am awkward, I’m sippin cough syrup

I’m high as a martian in a flying saucer

What up to 808 Blake and Mike Whalberg

I punch through the sheet rock and make the wall hurt

Team wolf, I claw a dress and panties off her

Just got a new Lebaron and the seats is all fur

My brains fried, heart’s gone and my balls hurt

I grab the nine to forty-five and let ’em all squirt

Mr. Benton, bitches said they sick of him

I’m up at Micky Ds, I get an English McMuffin

You hang around all pigs like you McLovin

I shove a freakin prick inside a fuckin brick oven

You niggas fake like mall cop, Paul Blart

I run you over with the shopping cart in Wal- Mart

Hop out the Subaru, huffing a tube of glue

Your girl ring around my dick just like a hula hoop

Maneuver through the city in a bullet proof suit

I’m strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coup

You wanna play 2Pac

I throw you off the roof and run down and catch you

Tell these niggas “Jarren got the juice”

Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof

I’m so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc’ll do

I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two

And spend a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute


Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked

Big say more money, more niggas hate

I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke

Now let me show you what it means to be schitzo

[Verse 2:]

Doctor Conrad Murray, Bitch I’m known to kill mics

And meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steal pipe

Somebody must have laced this heroin cause I don’t feel right

Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steal knives

Hey, I’m fuckin talking to you dickhead!

Jarren, he’s dead he cannot hear you, idiot

Roaming every cities strips and grabbing every pretty tits

Ya’ll niggas playing hookie, mister big is really sick

Leave it to Beaver I’m leaving with Beiber with this meat cleaver to his neck

And I’m making him eat ether, kick a bitch in the face cause she’s a dick teaser

Did a song with Satan and that’s a sick feature

I’m not a human being, I’m a sick creature

Run in every church to murder every sick preacher

Stompin niggas to a siezure, smoking every spliff of reefer

A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher

Fucking schitzo eat the barrel of pistols

I can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missile

Let’s play Operation, I want to see blood drizzle

Let’s make it real official, this saw will cut through a gristle

I’m so extraordinary sleep inside the mortuary

Wake inside the cemetary, dig up every corpse that’s buried

This is so unnecessary, voices in my head, they’re scary

Sick of being crazy, God I want to be ordinary!


Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked

Big said more money, more niggas hate

I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke

Now let me show you what it means to be a schitzo

[Talking: Jarren]

Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dog

Come on, yo wake the fuck up man, come on

Come on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911

Man I think this fucker overdosed


Yo Jarren, Jarren

Stop, stop, stop! Chill

Yo, you’re just slapping…

You’re talking to yourself right now man

I’m trynna study for this midterm…

Fucking Skitzo…

Jarren Benton Razor Blades And Steak Knives

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Yeah, razor blades and steak knives

I’ve been tweaking off of this meth, been up for eight nights

My producer is Asian so he ate rice

And practice Kung Fu and meditate in the daylight

You a bitch, you probably picket for gay rights

I crack your fucking jaw with a spinning kick in a cage fight

So negative, give a fuck what Ye like

Y’all a bunch of wussies, a bushy puss of a crazed dyke

I’m nervous; drink is stopping the stage fright

The burn in my dick when I piss feels like a snakebite

My wife says she sick of my behavior

You faggots stop comparing me to Tyler, The Creator

I’ve been on this shit before you was allowed in the theater

For an R-rated movie and your dad was wearing gators

And your mom was just a whore before your sister wore makeup

You was just a little bitch before you morphed into a hater

“Jarren you’re so provocative,”

“Do you have anything to say that’s sort of positive?”

Yup: suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick

And by the way – suck a dick

You don’t like it and eat shit then slit your wrists

And jump off a roof and land in a pool of syphilis

Uh, it’s like my heart stopped carin’

Ever since I signed with Hopsin everybody hates Jarren, bitch!

[Hook: Hemi]

You probably think I’m crazy

And that may be a little bit true

So you can think I’m crazy,

But maybe I’m just different than you

La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy) [3x]

La la, la la, la.

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

Yeah, needles, dope and opiates

Who gives a fuck if I talk about drugs? Get over it

Male chauvinist, hit a girl with a bowl of grits

And shove her fucking face in a bowl of shit; so inappropriate

I’m the creepy custodian

I stick a mop in your ass without no petroleum – jelly

And it’s right back to sweeping linoleum

Napoleon, I vote for Pedro at the podium

I sip vodka, rip propellers off of helicopters

Heavy hand’ll slap your girlfriend’s tits off her

I’m awkward as quadriplegic kickboxers

I’ll kill you and drop your body in Nicaragua

I’ll punch a hole in the asphalt

Go eat a fucking dick like a faggot on bath salt

You mad soft, if I’m a prick then it’s my dad’s fault

I throw a dead cat on your porch and dash off

I’m weird, I’ll murder your rap career

And Super Glue my pubes to my face to make a beard

Give me a couple beers and a power tool from Sears

I’ll give your ass a nice shape-up without shears

Now if you think you’re fucking with me then go think again

I’m ill enough to break in your house and murder your pen

One sick bastard, mushrooms and acid

Kill ’em then I go and help they momma pick the casket


[Interlude: Jarren Benton]

Now I ain’t come here to hurt nobody

Why hate bitch? Show your boy love (yeah),

Now where the hoes with the low self-esteem?

Point ’em out cause they easy to fuck

Now if they hating, fuck ’em, guns, brrr-uck ’em,

Drugs, love ’em, girls, fuck ’em,

D-boys, D-boys, all my niggas

Going fucking full tart off of Schlitz Malt Liquor!


[Outro: Hemi]

La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy) [3x]

La la, la la, la

Jarren Benton Don’t Act


Don’t act like y’all never fuckin’ heard of me

Smilin’ in my face but wanna murder me

Don’t act like we won’t hit these bitches, turn it up!

Leanin’ gasoline, bitch we gonna burn it up!

What you actin’ fo’, what you actin’ fo’?

Keep on fuckin’ with us, give ‘em what they askin’ fo’!

What you actin’ fo’, what you actin’ fo’?

Don’t fuck with us just give us what we askin’ fo’!

[Verse 1]

Straight Tanqueray in my cup, pussy nigga you ain’t like us

Lace it up again like Up, PBR ‘n Budweiser

Eastside, Quentin Tarantino

Gettin’ head in a old veterino

Made a pussy pop for a C note

Made a pussy sing like Cee-Lo

That’s a ego, check a nigga ego

Kickin’ down your door with my amigos

‘Bout to throw some D’s on a Regal

Half a gram of coke inside my pea coat

Sayonara, hasta luego

My nigga move blocks like legos

I’m on the same shit they put on Eggos

Waffles, syrup, l’eggo

That’s to all you hatin’ niggas

Them stinkin’ whores they wouldn’t date a nigga

Now they wanna fuck because my paper bigger

Go slit your wrist with a razor, would ya’?

Lights, camera, these niggas actin’

These rappers faggots, I’ma fuckin’ smack ‘em

I’ma fuckin’ spazzin’, and I’ma fuckin’ stab ‘em

Go Charles Manson, I’ma fuckin have ‘em like…


[Verse 2]

Sippin’ on Mad Dog 20

I’m goin’ full ‘tard like Timmy (TIMMY!)

I’ma tryna get this ho of [?]

Slip a lil of somethin’ in her Remy

The way these niggas actin’ need a Emmy

Smilin’ in your face so friendly

Throw a Molotov into your Bentley

Don’t fuck with Mr. Benton ho, comprende?

Dikembe Mutombo, Alonzo Mourning

Get hit when I wake like hello bitch hi good morning

She don’t care when I call her bitch or a ho

Cause she don’t speak no English, my bitch is a foreign

Your bitch is a boring, my bitch always talk about jerkin’ me off

When I’m home from touring

Really, how? You hadicapped bitch

You Quadriplegic, no legs and no arms

Okay, back to you niggas that’s hatin’

It’s Funk Volume bitch, and i ain’t got the patience

I came from the bottom, and popped out the basement

I disfigure niggas, let’s play Operation

I cavin’ your face and I need a vacation

Doctor said date ‘em, the Martians invadin’

I stun on these hoes, Jason slayed them

Okay, I’m reloaded, I’m fuckin’ erase ‘em like…


Jarren Benton The Way It Goes

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

East Side ‘til I die ho, fuck you to my rivals

Holy Bible, assault, rifle

I’m high as hell like Micheal

Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy y’all?

Hatin’ niggas I’m ridin’ off

In A spaceship on gold D’s

I freebased then OD’d then I wake up in the ER

Why am I such a retard?

Your girlfriend such a sweetheart

She gave me head in a cheap car

In the back seat, we are not alike

I’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat

Say one word to me wrong, then

It’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under

Yup, put a little coke in my nose

Okay, I wanna fuck Marilyn Monroe

If I can’t get the pussy I’ll be satistfied if she

Let me put my dick on the side of her toes

M.O.B., no time for hoes

Dick hang like no time for clothes

After I bust, vamonos then I’ll take these hoes at the Domino’s

I crumble those pussy rappers then stuff his ass in an envelope

Shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole

Pour beer on the bitches head while gettin’ head

Get so high, forget my name

She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, bitch this is Fred

I’m gettin’ bread like Pillsbury

The pussy can’t be real hairy

If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary

I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that shit in the crematory

Mr bartender I’ll throw a Molotov cocktail at your green Ferrari

My brains on the back of a milk box

Fuck y’all, kick rocks

The way that I murdered these verses

Fuck it, you might as well say I killed Hip-Hop

[Hook: Planet IV]

So tell that hatin’ nigga he can go and eat a dick

Cause to be honest really I don’t give a shit

I got a burner for my enemies and foes

Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes

And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique

Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch

We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose

Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

Thank God for My Grandma’s Basement

I coulda been livin’ on the pavement

I woop a nigga’s ass like Texas Walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen

Nah nigga these ain’t Ray-Bans

I’m throwed off bitch like Rainman

Made a pussy pop then breakdance

‘Til my dick kiss the Holy Ghost, bitch Amen

Christian Dior my fragrance

America caucasians’ favorite

Nigger, put a fuckin’ rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate ‘em

I’m still tryna fuck Candy Latham, now I can probably fuck Raven-

Symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that Canadian bacon

Yeah, As-Salāmu ‘Alaikum, Rambo gun bitch, spray ‘em

Fuck y’all niggas still hatin’, fuck these hoes don’t save ‘em

I keep a hat low like Raiden, get blown with Eddie Van Halen

Knock-knock, anybody home in my head, y’all hoes know my fuckin’ brain’s vacant

Bitch, I came off of a Wu-Tang, gettin’ paper like Bruce Wayne

I got an Asian ho that suck dick and do Kung-Fu like Liu Kang

Blowin’ gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 Chainz

Yeah I’m tryna eat every rapper, I’m a fuckin’ beast on that food chain, bitch!


[Verse 3: Planet VI]

It’s Planet VI in this b-i-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate

Cause even back when I was me how they couldn’t see

May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit

Ladies wanna fuck my pockets to make love to my wallet

Instead they said if I hoppin’ on top of my dick like a rabbit

Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket

And you don’t know how we to drop it

Is it a bird or is it a plane

Bitch, I’m more like an unidentified flyin’ object, I’m alien fresh

Now you can see how an alien dress

Ain’t no time for takin’ a rest

Cookin’ up raps when I’m in the both

I might as well put my hair in net

But I don’t think that they hearing me yet

Should I yell, should I scream

Just so you could know what the fuck I mean

Didn’t nobody tell you that I’m crazy

And I’m insane at the same damn time

Since I was a baby it was my plan of makin’ the game mine

Throwin’ up V-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign

And I’m a P.I.M.P., so you know that I only attract dimes

I’m number eleven on top of the Richter scale

I’m killin’ the game and spittin’ them bars

So I should get sent to jail

I’m out of your league ho

Now all I see is green, pockets on Cee-Lo

Ballin’ on these foul ass niggas, fuck a free throw


Jarren Benton Gimme The Loot

Gimmie the loot [x9]

Loot, loot, loot, loot…

Que pasa amigo (que pasa amigo)

I’m back in it bitch

If the head game is right and that pussy feel good

Throw a rack at that bitch

Walked in the club with a strap in that bitch

Niggas they shoot like Iraq in that bitch

I peel off in that thunderbird up in Johannesburg

On a giraffe with this African Bitch

Came from the bottom, my grandmammas house

I’m funeral fresh, get the cameras out

99 bottles of beer on the floor

We went wildin’ out, ho, just like animal house

Eatin up rappers the cannibals out

Bust off in your bitch while she layn on your couch

I get head in the whip while she driving that bitch

She carressin my dick and my hands in her blouse

You think they your homies, they snakes in the end

My home boy just died mutha fuck a new friend

One day you here and the next day you gone

We still mourning my nigga so fuck yo new Benz

I’m drinking again trying to mask all the pain

My high coming down i’ma crash, go insane

Party for now

Get the money my nigga

Cuz one day they might come and bash in your brains

We up in this bitch

Just got paid

Got this drank in my cup

Nigga just got straight

We been on it all night

I don’t know bout you

I’m on that B.I.G shit

Bitch better have my loot..

Gimmie the loot [x9]

Loot, loot, loot, loot…

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

Eastside nigga till the day I’m in a pinebox

This marijuana make a motherfuckers (mindstop)

Eyes redder than the cyclopes

Might throw a bitch ass nigga out a sky box

3 stripes on my high tops

You ain’t got no fucking Jarren in your iPod?

Becky my god, I bet you won’t lick a pussy while I watch

So high it’s like I’m sitting over Jupiter

Get this money they gone think I worship Lucifer

Being broke was never cool to us

Feet glued to the concrete you ain’t moving us

Your favorite rappers just a fairy tale

Niggas mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well

She let me fuck her on the Ferris wheel

Hit South Beach and got head while I parasail

I never paid for the hair and nails

Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel

I’m harder than a bitch that’s trying to parallel

Park a Mac truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells

You can find me in the ATL

Might tear this fucking club up like an ACL

Niggas still walk crazy

Thank god for rap money now it’s fuck you pay me

We up in this bitch

Just got paid

Got this drank in my cup

Nigga just got straight

We been on it all night

I don’t know bout you

I’m on that B.I.G shit

Bitch better have my loot..

Gimmie the loot [x9]

Loot, loot, loot, loot…

Jarren Benton Hallelujah

[Intro: Jarren Benton]

K-K-Kato on the track, bitch

[Hook: Jarren Benton]

Bitch, we got it popping, nigga, hallelujah

I woke up feeling great, nigga, hallelujah

Came up out the dumps, nigga, hallelujah

You know we getting to it, nigga, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Came up out the dumps, nigga, halleluja, hallelujah, hallelujah

Y’all don’t want these boys to bring them problems to ya

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Yeah, Benton season

Getting sloppy toppy, while I’m sipping riesling

Foreign hoes, one North Korean, that’s Kato’s sister

Bitch, I’m sicker than Adolf Hitler, the K gon’ lift ya

Pain in the ass, like an anal blister

I kill a rapper, let the angels get ya

Then I walk around and just strangle niggas

Age of Ultron, nigga, I hold guns

The arms are Voltron, the sword is Shogun

Absorbing protons, distorting organs

My dick is four tons, fucking moron

A fucking four blood, the fork in your lungs

One abortion, that’s unimportant

My daddy left, that’s like a fucking orphan

Get Casper, crashing in the Aston Martin

Yeah, that’s Aston Martin

Word to Tommy, Cole, Pam, and Martins

Smoking space rocks, with a band of Martians

Eat everything ‘cause this bastard’s starving

And if it’s three stripes, then Imma probably cop it

Your bread short, like Polly Pocket

You weak, nigga, you should probably stop it

When you invest in money, we gon’ probably profit

Don’t fuck with me, then I’ll fuck with y’all

Niggas praying on my downfall, I duke at niggas, shoot a fire ball

Out my palm, I bust through the fire wall

Free my nigga Flick James, bitch

I’m always on that Rick James shit

This FV, we set the trends and y’all fuck boys on that same shit

[Hook: Jarren Benton]

[Verse 2: SwizZz]

Hallelujah, fucking loser, howdy, Jarren, toss me the Ruger

I scrub my ass with a purple loofa

Got a few cucumbers inside my juicers

So, hey, girl, come take a sip of this shit

If you dumb, it’s the tip of my dick

Like it, or love it, I’m rushing, I’m busting

My enemies better get sick

Five-O, I am on the grind, fuck is on your mind

Here I’m talking, but I ain’t got time, my girl left, but that’s fine

Nobody’s tripping, you made the decision

Wait ’til I catch the new nigga slipping

Thought I told you shit now is different

I pop a matic, get itching, look

Holding it steady, ready, let me get loose

This is something I do daily

Too many people going crazy, zany

Losing their minds, so I strap on my safety, yup

I burn this shit down

You see where I’m going, so now you start to come around

Fuck you, you had your shot

Now sit back and witness, I climb to the top, bitch

Shut the fuck up, I’m paranoid and I’m buzzing

My homies now, I can’t trust them

Betrayal’s now the new custom

The pain is deep, but I’m accustomed

At the end of the day, I still love them

No space for hate in my heart, that can wait in the dark

Funk Volume, we coming, hallelujah

[Hook: Jarren Benton]

[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]


[Hook: Jarren Benton]