Jack Ruby (feat. Kappa Gamma)

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Never-ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel

My .38 revolve like the earth

Like the earth revolve round the sun

Like I'm Jack, Jack, Jack Ruby

Loadin' up his gun, you better run

Black and white movie where Ap' is Jack Ruby

A black '63 Chevy with a rap groupie ridin'

Shotgun under the backseat, briefcase full of money

To meet on the back street, spray bullets

Through bodies and cadavers ricochet through the passenger

Abracadabra, when my .38's revolves, you don't want to be involved

Bodies in a barrel full of acid will dissolve

As the planets revolve, has the criminals evolved?

It will be another thirty years before it gets solved

I got motherfuckers buried deep as dinosaurs

I'ma store bodies underneath the floor at your local liquor store

Analytical, highly connected, locally accepted, globally respected

Walk up on the motherfucker at a press conference

.38 pop, put a stop to the nonsense

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Never-ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel

My .38 revolve like the earth

Like the earth revolve round the sun

Like I'm Jack, Jack, Jack Ruby

Loadin' up his gun, you better run

This ain't outlandish, like a flyin' saucer

It's a hidden message to where they're hidin' Hoffa

I author writtens deeper than the Warren Commission

The mission, overthrow the government system

Assistin' mobs, gettin' jobs done right in the public

They're gonna love it when I pop Lee right in his stomach

A .38 revolver does it for a reasonable budget

So film it and distribute it, let Oliver Stone cut it

Seriously cold-blooded, in prison you get gutted

The gutterest motherfucker don't always appear rugged

They regal and equally lethal and even as evil as some

Of the wickedest people you believe would deceive you

It's like an assassin blastin', blood baths

Baskin' in the glory of a story so gory

Like I walk up on the motherfucker at a press conference

.38 pop, put a stop to the nonsense

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Never-ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel

My .38 revolve like the earth

Like the earth revolve round the sun

Like I'm Jack, Jack, Jack Ruby

Loadin' up his gun, you better run