At first I was okay, and then I was just straight
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Hit myspace and hoes fell in love with my face
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Upped my vocab and then ya boy got nasty
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Flow on overdrive, now these niggas can't pass me
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Creme de la creme, who him? Nigga him
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J-O-K-E-R is on top like a chim but
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No santa clause, we grinchin round here
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Even white hoods love me, no legend round here
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Messages on myspace like W could
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It's cause I always go off like ADT in the hood
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Yo flow shake but my flow is straight seizure
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I run a lot of shit like nickel magnesia
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You should be high, Joker smokin like reefer
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But niggas sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
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Room guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em
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Leave a nigga stankin like overexertion
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To all my haters... fuck 'em, curse 'em
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I drop so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome
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Plus they try to steal from my book of rhymes
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Now see, that's straight pussy like the March Of Dimes
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It's obvious, like we all know Marsha fine
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Fuck the game missionary, I'm on top of mine
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If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed sale
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Trust no nigga like a heart broken female
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Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of beats
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Like my mutha fuckin g mail
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Bitch BYOTCH, money is nuthin
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Only reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
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Joker's mediocre, everybody else is hotter
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Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of water
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Dope boy magic, kitchen harry potter
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I help move weight, title of an exwatter
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I'm on the grind just like dry humping raw
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Nigga I'm surprised I havnt caught something
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Girls suck nonhesitation no delay
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Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on ebay
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Want the highest bider so I can get with her
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First well drink, and then I'll split her
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Then we do the do, hell yea I did her
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Now I'm done with her I'm a let JR hit her
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Then be a friend, introduce her to my boys...
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She's gonna need an altoid
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Hit the club 17, plus my ID void
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Came home with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid
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J Cole tell 'em I ain't never been a busta
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If real was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha fucka
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I make so much money so savin ain't my plan
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And I blow so much cake that the candles don't stand
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Ice hang to my cock, damn near at my leg
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So bitches gotta bobsled just to give me head
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El Presedinto, dance for me why don't you
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Call the bitch my new car I left a lof of bills on her
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Awww skeet skeet I won't for saint pete
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I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak
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I got hoes on deck, I want want want
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And I fuck it so much that I'm nonchalant
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Currency problem, money, mula
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Dollars make all hoes holla like booyah
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Shillings, doubloons, pounds, pesos
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No teardrops cause it's killers on my payroll
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I can smell pussy like I used to work at Catos
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Weave kill in packs, real boy wear a halo
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See we know that she goes, so no need for egos
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But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows
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I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads
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Part two let the clip go and three is a reload
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I'm gone leave a stain on the game just like Cheeto's
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So it's gone go my way like I was Carlito
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So fck what the plan say, I do me no veto
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I'm gone show my black ass like I was in speedos
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But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so
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I can school this rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm
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Leaps jumps, and bows all over the rest
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Last line no punchline, I AM THE BEST
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We Do It For Fun Pt.3.5
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| Tha Joker |
