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The Jacka The Jack Artist

(feat. RobLo) Gi girlie gon get on out there Show him everythang cause u don't care Must be a supermodel your everywhere Them ya plans does he call

My dearest friend, if you dont mind. I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars,

What have I done? Find a deep cave to hide in In a million years they'll find me Only dust and a plaque That reads, 'Here Lies Poor Old Jack' But I never

God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure Our pain Yeah pain Yeah I don't believe in magic

I've got my things, I'm good to go You met me at the terminal Just one more plane ride and it's done We stood like statues at the gate Vacation's come

alone up there Locked away inside [CORPSE MOTHER] Never says a word [CORPSE KID] Hope he hasn't died [ALL] Something's up with Jack Something's up with Jack [JACK

[JACK] What have I done? What have I done? How could I be so blind? All is lost, where was I? Spoiled all, spoiled all Everything's gone all wrong What

-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack

Yo, yo... [Chorus: U-God] You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic