[Intro: Danny Brown]

I've named this one JPEG, because I like JPEGs, uh

For the resolution, the color, the size of them, everything about JPEGs I like

Check

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Narcissists, arsonists in my arsenal (Style)

Caught carpal tunnel 'cause I was holdin' it awkward

Got the crib like Hogwarts, I work my magic

Livin' like the early '80s and I got a sex habit

Habitual bridge burners sicker than Bob's Burgers

Nice with the shit since ridin' a bike on Chalmers

Was broken and washed, stealin' change for Arnold Palmers

AC broke, yayo truck was armored

Now everything I drive, it ain't got no gas

Late night nigga, inner city since Arctic Blast

Bitch body out of this world, she got a Martian ass

You always with them niggas, be the sausage fest

We all gonna land back to steal on a D.O.T.'s

I see why you a bad rapper

Get the fuck up out my face befo' I smack the ass backwards

When you're average at life, they can't get much better, rapper (Louder)

"Truth prevail," like the king of pop said

Ain't fuck with no Percs since they found Prince dead

Nigga, no cap

The bitch got bald heads and you think it's all wraps

'Til them niggas all dead, old head

I'm out for that hog head cheese (Style)

I'm a legend from Michigan like Mateen Cleaves

Rest in peace Eric Garner, 'cause I can't breathe

Smokin' loosey's on the same corner, used to serve fiends

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]

Servin' up a mojito

Okay, look

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]

The black Konami cheat code

More Mitch than the Rico

The toast mint condition like serving up a mojito

Overworked so all of my talent backs up my ego

Up the score, off the rebound, AND1 with the free throw

Oh, she want the nerve with her? Go figure

Posed too hard for the image, she cropped yo' ass out the picture

Gave me the leg up and that ain't even a kicker

Dropping SCARING THE HOES, end' up terrifying the nigga— wait

I got this down to a T, sharp as a crewcut, uh

Tables turn like Serato with death queued up

Y'all made a race, so I did the mechanic suit up

And I drive sum' crazy whenever the autotune's up

Put Tony on the mic like Pacino

Good fella with the lines, bangin' like De Niro, wait

Let's get this clear yo, the flows is a-blazin'

Don't slip, don't slack, now Rothstein in Casino

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]

Ayy, let me get that one back

Uh

[Outro: JPEGMAFIA]

Men lie, women lie, but the numbers don't

With no machines, so my numbers go where your numbers won't

Nasty

[Instrumental Outro]