Jon Jones Lyrics (English Translation) – MadMan

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[Intro]
2nd Roof music
Haha, Pherro production
(M)

[Verse 1]
I don’t give a damn about your talk show
I show up like Osho (Uh, uh)
Kung Lao nooses, bro, I’ll break you
Put Nok on Kao against Tong Po (Hey)
I’ll be back, I’ll be empty like Jon Jones (Hey)
I fu*k his throat and it’s not a blowjob (Nah)
We do it hardcore and without lotion
As long as I have it limp and I don’t get annoyed (Ah, ah, ah)
Brother, my trap is the mind (Uh)
I don’t sell anything, I always buy (Uh)
Herb sommelier and it’s not Fernet (Ah)
Green like Denver, competent
Like Frank in American Gangster (Seh)
I always fu*k, never let it fall (Seh)
Only girls, bro, delicatessen (Oh no)
Here’s another track, another mixtape (Hey)
I fill my belly like pilsner (Hey)
I put a deepfake face on it (Hey)
Cold heart like Fimbulvinter (Hey)
I’m choosing fit guys on Tinder (Hey)
My style is killer, Frank Miller (Hey)
Yours is family friendly, Ben Stiller (Hey)
They send me crazy, rest assured
What if I had a euro for each
Say these fake rappers are bad ass
I wouldn’t stay in a taxi but in a Urus (Vroom)
I push hard, yeah, no problem (Ah)
M3 at night all black (Wow)
I come in to fu*k this scene (Hey)
I go out to fu*k this idiot (And still)
Four Americans, four old fashioneds (Uh)

Splitting on couches, blunt rotation (Uh)
I get in the car backwards (Uh)
Boxing on top of the dojo with myself (Uh)
Straight jab, dodge right hook (Uh)
I block your every shot with the reflex (Uh)
Toro loco, I really don’t think about it (Ah)
Clinch and football, cardio costs a lot (Hey)
Switcho guard from Orthodox to Southpaw (Hey)
I break from the start and I still break (Hey)
If you do Ju Jitsu, I do Sambo (Hey)
My flow is a d’arce choke (Hey)
Don’t stop me, you need a task force (Eh)
I’m the champion, you’re the mascot
Go to the dumpster even with the helmet (Ahahahah)

[Refrain]
I win another round
First in pound for pound
Recognize the sound
You recognize the sound, hey
I win another round
First in pound for pound
Recognize the sound
You recognize the sound, hey

[Verse 2]
Hey, in this s*it I’m the boss (Uh)
I don’t give a fu*k about these thots (No)
I see black like the Air Force (Ah)
Who’s gonna carry the boats? (Hey)
Every bar as a sentence (Ah)
I use my pain like it’s benza (Ah)
I go on for hours, I rap by inertia (Ah)
They copy my reverse engineering flow
I only fu*k this girl if she’s fresh
Only if he’s fit like a b!tch, he goes to the gym (Haha)
No serious stories, I want an affair (Seh)
I want two pears and a peach
I’m talented and I don’t try like Hancock (Eh)
I’ll do myself out in the hotel like Tenco (Eh)
The anxiety that tightens my chest like leglock
I eat ’til I’m full, triple chin (Uh)
I only rap top, let’s go
Grinding with the laptop in bed
I hug his chest
Until she squirts on my dad bod