Jimbob - TSAR BOMBA

Duck down, motherfuckers
This is a Jimbob special alert
Y'all are going down
My style explosive like nuclear, like hydrogen bombs
I am a hooligan, a cuntwad, an arrogant jock
I am unusual, it's true love, it's gone to a vault
I'm saying Oo Revoir, the boulevard is honestly wrong
This shit is sick, it is diseased, it is the best you've ever seen
Y'all suck a dick, I'm an mc, I'm getting into double Ds
I am the Daredevil, Punisher, Iron Man boss
I am the bare-knuckle ugly shirt ion tan loss
Fucking untouchable, your punk ass won't get too close
I am unstoppable, and if you do then sorry for your loss
You don't have a chance when standing up to me
You won't catch a glance, you are an ugly bee
There's no more dance for you, you fucking cheese
I'm sniping on your ass like it's some archery
And I am Katniss Aberdeen, an enigmatic scene
I'm apples and the trees, them Isaac Newton fees
I'm larger than a planet, I know that you can't stand it
I'm gonna leave you stranded, you motherfucking planned it
My new shit is a panic, I'm usually ecstatic
I'm too involved with addicts, who's on the map? It's madness
I'm cooped up in the attic, these rappers want some static
I'll give 'em mathematics, I'm going tantrum Patricks
A starfish on the plastic, demeaning and demanding
My heartbeat on a patty, obediently happy
An artist that is classy, Floridian is crappy
Hollywood be acting, meridian is aptly
Hardest you can have beats, that half shit ain't no fatty
Going through the back streets, the bag of Cincinnati
Owing to the bat freaks, the added singularity
Always on that rap beach, that Arizona salary
Running into cat fiends, on California Halloween
Doorways on a wrap sheet, melanoma cancer-free
Honorary trash keys, Abercrombie Applebee's
Gonna make you happy on the corner of the Hammerstein
Yo, man, but what the fuck is he talking about
It's your plan, and it is your path to the ocular stuff
I'm kinda sick and tired of this crap, let's go to commercials
I'm an official pirate, bitch, and I am over the airdrops
This goddamn shit is fucking hard to deal with
The nonsense spit is on some heartless hit list
The content drip is gonna start the big miss
The honest bit is due to bop a litmus
But yeah I think I'm done I mean I've spat here all too much
The continental hot hotel drop pockets in your touch
Monumental gonna end ya, architect of hutch
Hall of fame, hot bong tomato, bound to get a hunch
Fuck this shit up, end the song, there's no punchline, bitch, I'm gone

Written by:
Yuval Gino

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