| Song | Mr. Jinx |
| Artist | Quarashi |
| Album | Jinx |
| 作曲 : Blöndal, Brown, Johnson ... | |
| Now it’s your type o mad | |
| Jinx the mad sucker with a tail. | |
| I’ve got my life worked up it ain’t as cheap as one thinks. | |
| I’ve got links on it, the same internet porn, ain’t as deep as | |
| I’ve been now | |
| I’ve got Justin in my corner. | |
| I creep up but they don’t want me back in you know my love is so big | |
| I think my head is cracking, smacking my face and always giving me the baseline, dead in a days time, give back what’s mine. | |
| This ain’t no rhyme about a junky on run another punk with a gun. | |
| Now when you get it, meet the mad fun. | |
| So get on your feet and get in pack with the deal the beats on the wheel, now how do you feel. | |
| The cool vibe from my lyrical solo | |
| I beat on your chest when | |
| I’m bouncing like yoyo. | |
| This story is old just like the tales | |
| I’ve told. | |
| But mark my words it will turn into gold. | |
| All right, we’ve got it right all right. | |
| We’ve got it right all right. | |
| We’ve got it right all right. | |
| We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics and the planets breaking down with god the only mechanic around, faking firm ground, fucking up the program so now | |
| I’m working on my devious master plan. | |
| It’s all about these crazy comic relieves you know | |
| Wooster and | |
| Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe, we get them all on a boat leave out all the rules, the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools. | |
| All right, we’ve got it right all right. | |
| We’ve got it right all right. | |
| We’ve got it right all right. x3 |
| zuò qǔ : Bl ndal, Brown, Johnson ... | |
| Now it' s your type o mad | |
| Jinx the mad sucker with a tail. | |
| I' ve got my life worked up it ain' t as cheap as one thinks. | |
| I' ve got links on it, the same internet porn, ain' t as deep as | |
| I' ve been now | |
| I' ve got Justin in my corner. | |
| I creep up but they don' t want me back in you know my love is so big | |
| I think my head is cracking, smacking my face and always giving me the baseline, dead in a days time, give back what' s mine. | |
| This ain' t no rhyme about a junky on run another punk with a gun. | |
| Now when you get it, meet the mad fun. | |
| So get on your feet and get in pack with the deal the beats on the wheel, now how do you feel. | |
| The cool vibe from my lyrical solo | |
| I beat on your chest when | |
| I' m bouncing like yoyo. | |
| This story is old just like the tales | |
| I' ve told. | |
| But mark my words it will turn into gold. | |
| All right, we' ve got it right all right. | |
| We' ve got it right all right. | |
| We' ve got it right all right. | |
| We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics and the planets breaking down with god the only mechanic around, faking firm ground, fucking up the program so now | |
| I' m working on my devious master plan. | |
| It' s all about these crazy comic relieves you know | |
| Wooster and | |
| Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe, we get them all on a boat leave out all the rules, the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools. | |
| All right, we' ve got it right all right. | |
| We' ve got it right all right. | |
| We' ve got it right all right. x3 |