[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit
[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
Truthfully, song 'bout a man named Lucy
You have now entered his playground
I know that gossip juicy
I know that block get stupid
Stay off that block they shootin'
Homie they rock wit stoolie
That’s how they found that toolie
I heard he playin hooky like Buellеr
They sayin' he’s cool, I’m cooler
Thеy sayin' he toot then boot her
The military with 'em got shooters
Heard she got about 10 kids (from where)
All of my Facebook users
That really ain’t too productive
I cannot take these losers
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit
[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
Heard the whole label left you
Don’t nobody here respect you
Everybody here wan test you
Why did these negros bless you
I could do so much better
I don’t wanna hear he special
That should be me up there
I’ont know why they let you
Heard Joe Cool ain’t shit
Heard Joe Cool ain’t that
Heard Joe Cool can’t sing
Heard Joe Cool can’t rap
Heard Joe Cool ain’t it
Somebody writin' his tracks
I’ont really know him that well
So I’ont really know if these facts
See what I deal wit?
It ain’t no cap this real shit!
Internet cap won’t kill this
You gon' feel it when I drill shit
N***a I ain’t done and I'ma stand up on a hill bitch
They don’t really like it when you tryna build a imprint
A goddamn giant like I’m standin' on stilts bitch
You don’t wanna try it wit me homie I kill shit
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit
[Verse 3: King Iso]
Aye, when y’all n***as wanted to head to parks to meet Mephistopheles
I met-a-car-pool of X amount of Gs
Handing out death, really X ‘em out for free
Really been in my zone like I stretched an ounce of weed
Oh hella Zs like the best amount of sleep
They want me X’d, you won’t get to Malcolm me
The sickest in the mix n***a next to alchemy
Tech could vouch for me
'Cause I’m a son of a gun like I’m Donnie Yates
I been in and outta state
By they way while y’all be loving Lucy like Ricky Ricardo
Y’all n***as need to run it up like you’re outta shape
I'ma make every demon kiss my Converse
'Cause I don’t wanna conversate, but that’s the way I compensate
But I’ma take my time and pray 'cause homie devil's gotta prey
They tried to block a star but they exonerated Anerae
“Heard that you be running like a chick from fights”
N9na stopped me from pulling up with a big gun like
“I heard Travis don’t pay and you only get crumbs, why?”
But I’m self sufficient and he help my income rise
All you big dumb guys, talking shit with a bit thumb
Wishing you were plugged in like this thumb drive
Sittin' idle while you ain’t about to whip just drive
Fuck a bitch, I be walking in the strip club like
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit
Look at that demon dancin'
Lookin' at me entrancin'
Hope he don’t see me glancin'
And he got heathens chantin'
Now you wan be commandin'
What you wan see he’ll grant it
Ain’t no misunderstandins
You on that idle hands shit