[Intro]
I've named this one JPEG
Because I like JPEGs

[Verse One: Kanye West & JPEGMAFIA]
Me and Ghost in a ski mask
I was chillin’ and layin’, Chilean like sea bass
And nobody was askin’ her
Pussy don’t even fix your lips like labiaplasty, yuh
Well fed, got all the bread
I’m sad, I need some head
I might tell you you the one while I’m hittin’ it
‘Til I post-nut, cum to my senses
I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate
She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates
She was lyin’ ‘bout it, then she came clean
I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean
Got that new rrr! It’s a May-bay-bay
She got that new bag, it’s a Chay-nay-nay
I take it too far, I take it way-way-way
I pull a Cougar out her ca-a-age (Yeah)

[Verse Two: JPEGMAFIA]
How you gon' see me, you like Stevie with them air balls (For real)
Let's air it out and let Kel-Tec sing like Aaron Hall (Yeah)
Don't need producers, need no writers, need no tech at all (Come on man)
But best believe you fuck with me there's gon' be TECs involved (Best believe it)
Fuck rappin' bitch, extend the clip and get your bitch involved (Yup)
My twisted fantasy only made it to So Appalled (Yeah)
I'm half Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong
I tеll myself that half a O I smoke won't do me harm
But whеn it do me and I know that they gon' do me wrong
Lil’ bruh, n****, to find your body they gon' need Logan Paul
I'm in the forest with the Kimber, It's my final form (Yeah)
I still need all my bitches same color as Ricky Starks (Facts, come on man)
I take them light, I take them dark but I prefer 'em bald (Facts!)
And you get extra points on me if you mentally off
Your bitch be taking all these hits tell her to work on a guard (Tell her!)
Just blame my occupation, bitch, I keep the Kimber warm
The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn (Toxic!)

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA, Rhymefest & Ghostface Killah]
Just make it feel right (Shit, it's toxic, yeah, man, it's real)
Just make it feel right, yeah-yeah
Just make it feel right, nah-nah
Just make it feel right, oh-oh
Just make it feel right (Jackson 5 shit, this is it, right, yeah)
Just make it feel right

[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, n****s wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced out medals
I seen n****s get murked by the heels of stilettos
I blam one n**** and watch the other die by the echo
I had dots on darkskin n****s that look like freckles
Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless
I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit
It's a world premiere, 'mere
I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here
Holdin' bricks, where, where?
My man got eighty-five to life and that's years, years
Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair