Sky Froggy

**Sky Froggy** is a song by J-Frog in his album "Jessie".

## Lyrics

You sound like you need a bath, babe

Shut the heck up

When your fans become your haters

You done?

You think your beard's weird

Alright

You yellin' at the mic, weird beard (You want a frog)

We doin' this once

You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird

Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)

Nicki Minaj just hit me on a text

Last night I left diamonds on her neck

Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

Ok, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

Was watchin' Mako Mermaids on my NordicTrack

Realized I forgot to call you back

Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

Stan, Stan, son

Listen, man, Dad isn't mad

But how you gonna name yourself after a water gun

And have a man-bun?

The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

I say one call to Interscope and you're the blaze

Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"

So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Jessie, ooh

But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

By 29, I had three albums that had blew

Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

But you're a dork in a mole hill

Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

Merida, kaboom, you ain't a bow and arrow

Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (Brrt)

Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up)

Have you been eating cereal or oatmeal?

What the heck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

'Cause I'm takin' a dump in 'em, Jessie, I need reading material

…Dictionary…

"Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked

Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago

Forgot the money? Oops!

Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

Luxury, oh, you broke, girl? Yeah, I had enough money in '02

To burn it in front of you, ho

Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true

I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

'Til I'm hitting old age

Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage

Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play

Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Girl Ray

Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

Shootin' a video just to see you dig your own grave

Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

Next to Katy Perry and that Ava Max flow, you about to really blow

Jessie, they'll be putting your name

Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, it's Steven Universe!

Like the last time you are sayin' Hailey in vain

Alien brain, and the Saturn shapes (Yeah)

My biggest flops are your greatest hits

The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

So before I slay this I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

Gotta wake up Labor Day to this

Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

In a state of bliss 'cause I said his name

Now I gotta cock back, aim

Yeah, girl, pop Champagne to this! (Pop)

It's your moment

This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

Had to give you a career to destroy it

Lethal injection

Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort

But if I was three-foot-eleven

You'd look up to me, and for the record

You would suck a bit to be me for a second

Auden, Xaden and Mortimer, to get on my channel

Give your life to be as solidified

This soltitude is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

So what good is a father's machine gun when it's outta ammo?

Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

How the heck can him and I battle?

He'll have to watch Kim in my flannel

I'll give him my sandals

'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow

Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

Lick a water candy, girl, get off me!

You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

You're too salty
'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

Your red sweater, your black leather

You dress better, I rap better

That a death threat or a love letter?

Little white toothpick

Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

Thanks for dissing me

Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"

But really I don't care who's in the right

But you're losin' the fight you picked

Who else want it? Jess—attempt fails! Budden—L's!

Painting nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

Sky froggy, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

But this idiot's boss pops thrills and tells him he's got skills

But, Jess, the day you put out a hit's the day Barney admits

That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!

I'm sick of you bein' wack

And still usin' that Auto-Tune

So let's talk about it (Let's talk about it)

I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

Need to get the cock up out it

Before we can even talk about it (Talk about it)

I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think

That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

So just leave anything outta your mouth and keep my daughter out it

You heckin'—oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy
You know I love you