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Jeeffuz z (Freestyle)

by Yung Jeff

Jef jef jef jef jef jef jef
Jeff on my brick
Jeff looking slick
Jeff bout to throw some moves on this dick
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Jeff do a card trick
Jeff using chopsticks
Jeff feeling homesick
Wait a god damn second..
Is that jeff on a pogo stick
God damn, man, jeff is a lunatic
Bouncin like dick van dyke riding a broomstick
Adobe brick, licorice stick
Jef jef je fjef jef jef jef jef
Thomass jefferson, man, he could be my cheff son
Riding down, doin a bank run, stressin my 9mm handgun
Pop pop
Oh shit, oh shit
What have i done
Just took out some random chick's stepson
All chill, least not a loved one
Coulda been jeff
Coulda been cheff jeff
Coulda been a hot cross bun
Make me a caramel one
Air gun, tommy gun, sally lunn, water gun

Yeah yeah yeah yeah eyah
Jeff lookin sweet
Jeff lookin beat
Jeff lookin discret, lookin like he walkin up wall street
Jeff miss a heartbeat
Drop to the floor
Oh please god no more
Bullet shot here, bullet shot there, bullet shot tore, open the door, it's crimean war
Bullets galore, building rapport, now he just be vibin in the bookstore

Oh shit what was that, did anyone block off the front door?
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Jeff lookin sallow
Jeff lookin shallow
Prisoner of war, but wait there's some more
Jeff was moved from ecuador to singapore by el salvador
Wearing a yellow cap from baltimore
Hold on there's more
Jeef implored, oh mighty salvador, what is it youre lookin for?
Furthermore, i might have seen your commadore
Parked out the front of a liquor store
Collecting dust, rust, sawdust, looking more robust to the homeless every second
Yeah yeah

Jeff see the light
Jeff see the knife
Jeff ain't gonna be alright

Bitch you make fun of my car?
You spit bars like you levar?
Au reviour motherfucker

BAM

Take to the face, jeff hears the base
Jeff's a disgrace, jeff slams into the bookcase
Blood pouring out, roaring in pain
But that's just the game-

Shit man
Now jeff dead
Jef no more
Jeff done for

But just when you think
But just when you think

Slam goes the door
Incomes the postwar
Henchman twiches the trigger
Dick gettin bigger
Takes out the figure
Clenches it tighter
Dick sticking out
Dick on the ground
Dick sending motherfuckers east bound

Hey yo jeff
It's me, your secret gay lover
Between me and you i think it's about time
We rediscovered this manhole cover

Oh shit man
Let me recover
You still a milkman, drivin round that french sudan
Leeching off your mothers pension plan?

Well hell yeah man, you're goddamn right I am
Also i joined the ku klux klan

Wait what, what the motherfucking hell man?

Hold on fam, i'm talking bout the black klan
Oh shit that's alright then

Yeah

But that's when jeff wakes up
You see jeff had been dreaming the whole time
There had been no crimena war
No el salvador
And no gay lover henchman opening up manhole covers out in singapore

Everything except one small thing still vexed jeff
Leaving him perplexed, standing out like blue hypertext
You see upon his computer screen in electronic flex
Glared back to him the next-
"yo jeff it ain't a dream man, this shit real. do away with your abnegation, we in a simulation, mannnnnnn"