My name is Joker, habitual smoker
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I burn so many trees that I have splinters in my toaster
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I need a bitch to stay below my waist like a holster
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And then I sit my cup up on her booty like a coaster
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I brag about my money so they're calling me a boaster
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I holla' giddy up like I was on the Ponderosa
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You say that you don't feel me, well come a little closer
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I'll show you what a gangster look like, at least supposed to
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My blunt is filled with very deadly weed, I call it Doom
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My eyes stay low like a gay dude's in the mens bathroom (No Homo)
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Do you marvel at my flow, or shiver at my genius?
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You'd think of STDs from all the hickeys on my penis
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We let the beat live, these other rappers are a bore
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I kill so many tracks they recognize me at the morgue
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Bought a 20 pack of Trojans on my last trip to the store
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I did a show that night and had to go the next day to buy more
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You can test me if you want, examination if you choose
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But my Glock will leave your shirt looking like Dorothy's shoes
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No little Dorothy, see home is a place that I can't go
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After a couple puffs I'm somewhere over the rainbow
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I have these hoes afraid to take a look into their mirror
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Skeet somethin' on their faces that resembles Aloe Vera
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Replied to the officer, "That's parsley on my seat"
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We pass the blunts to one another like batons at a track meet
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Exactly, I know just what you pee-ons are thinking
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{Mississippi niggas ain't shit! }
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I don't see haters like I'm blinking
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My money keeps on growing while your fan base keeps shrinking
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You wish you were a psychic so you could rap just what I'm thinking
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We Do It For Fun Pt.1
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Tha Joker |