[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
The rip of the jackpot, cheddar cheese stacka
Trip off the black crip, why I'm safe cracka
I have you leapin' like a greenbay packa
Newest sensation off the meat racka
I had to mention it, I knew it would attract her
It was all cool, I was waiting for the after
Book a jackpot, pick your own chapter
Beastin' and feastin' and livin' like a trappa
Shit stay spinnin' like a Mexican gattlin'
Pour the ..... shit, just a piece of the action
Yeah you know about that Fatal Attraction
Brand new shit that was made for crashin'
The palma lade, the marmalade, that was for maxin'
Knucklehead n***as need John the Baptist

[Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
So get it up like ransom
I need play everyday like the National Anthem

[Verse 2: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
You don't have to like it 'cause it's good
Oh shit, I'm sittin' in my crib, I'm writing rhymes in the hood
Drunk n***as misundersood
You know them sober mother fuckers better knock on wood
I put it out cause its ample
Them greedy G's drop dead off the 2 pic sample
And then you grab a whole handful
You run slam up the block.... (?) and jackpot pamphlets
And don't question the answer, my word brain diagnosed like terminal cancer
And people thinkin' I'm a phantom, like I'm all made up like Marilyn Manson
A lil' n***a, you my grandson
Cause if you bite my shit, son, you gon' need a transfer
You know jojo was no dancer
[Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
I need play everyday like the National Anthem
So get it up like ransom
I need play everyday like the National Anthem

[Verse 3: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
Camp Callaway on a Billie Holiday
See n***as couldn't see me Donny Hathaway
They say Wott, them n***as heard you three blocks away
You know I smoke cats like three packs a day
There's no gizmo, sashmo (?) is armstrong
Break beat, one take, lean on a horn
Scratch my brick and I can get the main ingredient
Slam my door and I be reaching for that Commodore
Everybody wants a good goodie
You know another black teen got buried in a hoodie
Some thought ... (?) live in a pink bubble
He said he did it for the team, just stay outta trouble
See Charlie had a parker (?), Reggina rang a bell
I had Anita bakin' cake in the back stairwell
All's forgiven, welcome to Thanksgivin'
Order me three Bernie Macs, three six-packs of Old Gold
Make sure it's Nat King Cole
Make sure it's Nat King Cole
Make sure it's Nat King Cole
I got the hot shit cookin' on the stove