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Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #3,386
Peak in subgenre #99
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
November 06, 2006
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:53
Story behind the song
i had to show this dude how to propperly drop to a beat.
Lyrics
You wack, ya flow’z off, ya crew aint shyt// You ass, you so soft, and you cant spit// Yo lamez couldn’t stay on beat, wit a snare taped to ya chest// heart flutterz, thatz why ya studder, & you still claim you tha best// Just listen to tha rhythim, let ya fingerz do tha snappin// Im smashin ya girlz ass, hear tha beat, thatz me smakin// You sound like some spicy wingz, when they rumble inside of me// All tha money thatz in ya system, yet you stumble ta ride a beat// You can keep on tryin chump, but you’ll never make it happen// Your tha reason that tha crackaz got a record for bad rappin// You a disgrace to ya racez, shut ya mouth and move on// Betta yet, disperse tha pagez, go “south” and “screw” songz// Ya got tha voice of a real rapper, tho ya lyricz are vaginal// If I dismantle this man of culture, ill be known international// Part English, part Irish, part African/Cherokee// This bitch talkz shyt to kidz, but this man iz scared of me// You want that long distance ass woopin, all tha way from SC// Call me, we’ll do an “audio, here’s my email, you “text” me// Which game you wanna play? Either way, tha J winz// Watch me buy ya fake diamond, then make relationz// cuz I like me a big bitch, ya know they quick ta get wet// Everybody knowz, that they tha best, when it comez ta givin head// Just look at her pic, see them ‘olaz iz poking out// Smz wuz talkin shyt, but now joker iz jokin now// Letz be serious dude, you spit out how many barz// You musta neva heard of me, ya must be doubting me hard// Mr. Sereph maverick, aka tha fallen angel// My friendz call me joker Joe, but the otherz, they call me danger// Im tha joker and you know it? Why you tryna clown me?// Ill leave you dyin in a pile, 100 lbz of ground beef// Tha other 45, thatz for later, man, that ill freeze// Then im back fa table scrapz, fillete ya and then ill eat// I couldn’t give a flyin fuck, how my voice soundz on tha mic// cuz my ass passin gas, & ya voice sound just alike// shitty This dogz iz poundin on Tha Ground, just growl & keep poundin// Only reason I speak to you, ta raise my count ta three thousand// If you gon be a one man army, then ya best bring heat// Cuz tha shyt I spitz alarming, like a fire in tha streetz// Everybody knowz my name, but yo, they don’t know you// Or tell ya family at pick a casket, or a bag they can throw you// Do yaself a favor, head tha wordz I told you// How many timez I gotta show you? How many crewz I gotta go thru?// I told you not to listen, man ya cant believe tha hype// A black man thatz got no rhythem? Now I really believe ya white// You aint getting betta, cuz man you must be kiddin// don’t let em fill ya head up, play this track & please written// Yeah your listenin to this flo, but still I doubt ya care// Just know that everywhere ya go, fa sho tha ground iz there//
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