Manic! Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Manic! lyrics by JPEGMAFIA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore FYA and Babygirl, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
You think you know me
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
How you gon’ see me? You like Stevie with them airballs (For real)
Let’s air it out and let KelTec sing like Aaron Hall, yeah
Don’t need producers, need no writers, need no tech at all (C’mon)
But, best believe, you fu*k with me, there’s gon’ be TECs involved (Best believe it)
Fu*k rapping, b!tch, extend the clip and get your b!tch involved, yeah
My twisted fantasy only made it to so appalled, yeah
I’m half ‘Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong (Awesome Kong)

I tell myself that half a O I smoke won’t do me harm
But when it do me in, I know that they gon’ do me wrong
Bullpup, n!gga, to find your body they gon’ need Logan Paul
I’m in the forest with the Kimber, it’s my final form (Yes)
I still need all my b!tches same color as Ricky Starks (Facts)
I take them light, I take them dark, but I prefer them bald (Facts)
And you get extra points from me if you mentally off
Your b!tch be taking all these hits, tell her work on her guard (Tell her)
Just blame my occupation, b!tch, I keep the Kimber warm
The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn
(Toxic)
(It’s toxic)
(Yeah man, it’s real toxic)

[Refrain]
Uh, little before, kick in the door
Shorty don’t text, just call (Kick it in)
Look at the score, these n!ggas swore
Wouldn’t be here no more (Check it out)
I am a wh*re shaming the Lord
Put me in a figure four (Uh)
I am a wh*re (I am a wh*re)
(Check it out)

[Verse 2]

N!ggas be running their mouth about me
Why they don’t got nothing else to report? (‘Port, yah)
Thought it was cute when you took me to court (Court, yah)
Amazon Fresh, bring that b!tch to your door (Door, yah)
She be making faces like L.A. Noire (Noire)
She takes a bump when I give her the gore (Ah)
Wouldn’t be here if a n!gga was poor (Ah)
Beats be that way ’cause these n!ggas be boring (Ah)
I play your music, my n!ggas be snoring, bruh (Bruh)
I be pegging your spouse (What else?)
I watch rap n!ggas get caught, I live above the law
I’m screaming, “Death to the police”, I say it every song
Don’t say it just to say it, I hope y’all die on your job
And if your momma is a cop, then n!gga, fu*k your mom (Fu*k)
And if your daddy is a cop, then n!gga, fu*k your pa
You got a family of cops, I’m saying, fu*k ’em all
I keep a Kimber on my waist, let’s talk about reform
Let’s talk about reform, yeah

[Verse 3]
Yeah, fu*k Peggy
Drag this n!gga out and beat him on the lawn (Get it up)
Break in your house, delete your files, then uninstall your DAWs
Learn your positions, you a snake, boy, I’m big boss
Young Kim Jong, watch me get my s*it off
Sliding with the stick, I feel like Eric Lindros
Sicker than COVID patients, watch me make the clip cough
We make them meet the KelTec, these A&Rs won’t live long
It’s prophecy (It’s prophecy, yeah)