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Allow me to please introduce myself, my name is Joe, J to the O E//
grew up broker then the nose of a dope fiend//
Never listened to what anybody told me//
Now I make dough, cash flows, oh its so sweet//
N I might lose points for lack of creativity//
But most of yall ass, so that don’t mean shyt to me//
Fake gangstas say they squeezing the heat, but me//
I take aim when I speak on a beat, ya see//
Joey B, im the king of these streets, believe//
Me, ima lie through my teeth to eat for free//
So bring beef if you think you need to bleed//
Joey b, b the king, you queens can leave//peace
My flow rocks, so this the introduction//
Ya flow flops, so please don’t intro nothing//
I throw cock to both the h*** you f*** in//
I introduce myself so, I don’t owe you nothing!//
This the intro, this Joe, the sicko//
Spit like a Pistol, get hit or Get low//
Im in flip mode, pissed more then a dick hole//
I spit to get dough, what is it you spit fo?//
Im young gunnin, you old, don’t getcha hip broke//
Pray ya nose gets broke, I leave most critical//
I river dance on cats, yall cant tip toe//
Throw a lotta punches, too bad you missed those//
Yall cats is ass, n stay hostin shyt shows//
Told a lotta jokes but nobody gets those//
Its so simple how I Rip h*** wita Sick flow//
so rewind my rhymes n listen to the Intro//
If you aint here to rip shows, what you spit fo?//
This the intro, Joe, spit the intro//
If you aint here to spit gold, what you Spit fo?//
Go away hoe, split, roll, dip, get, go!//
The pioneer of rap gon wack, so crack on that//
Til I spat on cats, came back to smash on wax//
So while yall jack offs laugh, wackin off n blast yall tracks//
I be the cat dashin past in the lac, all black//
Snatch yall cash, f** s, yall cant have all that//
The rap chiropractor, came to crack yall back, snap//
Try to envision the shyt that I spit to ya vision//
listen n learn a lil something, what im spittin is wisdom//
N steada trippin, bickerin n b*** in, n pissin//
Moanin n groanin, over scoldin, low tonin, hopin n wishin//
Face facts, ok jack, yo this is the mission//
View the opposition n stomp the competition//ima get em
Grew up in the ghetto, brother playin that heavy metal//
Sister listened to the box, while im dippin the cops//
Never sold a rock, but I show stole a lot//
Then I ran it up the block, n sold it to the shops//
Since a young age, getting paid, one way//
Snuck in through the back door, n runnin out the front gate//
N I still make paper, see, look at the front page//
nah im dreamin of the future, maybe one day//
Till then, I spit raw, sicker mister jigsaw//
Kick jaws n twist balls, flip shyt when im pissed off//
N if ya man talks tuff, trust me im commin equipped//
Gunnin the whip, one phone call, we pullin guns from the hip//
We Runnin in ya shyt, all yall do is runnin ya lips//
While you suckin a dick, we get chips, flip a couple a bricks//
ill leave ya spine twisted up like spinal bifida//
one hand in ya wallet while the other hands stickin ya//
N if im after ya, then I guarantee im grabbin ya//
Slappin ya, crackin ya, fast cash jackin ya//
Damage ya, stabbin ya, no doubt out rappin ya//
Retract the gat, click clack, blast ya abdomen//
Cats askin why everyone who battle me dies//
Cryin like a b*** when her vibrator batteries dies//
Joey Bars cancer, kill ya cuz im so vicious//
Spit like Elton John, All hits, wit no misses//
Joey B, known for F*** in these b*** es//
I mean look at me, kid im F*** in ridiculous//
Let the mic breath please, why yall hoardin it//
Them skillz you got, you copped, I was born wit it//
N f*** killin this beat, b*** I tortured it//
Cuz joey bars sicker then a pedophile porno flick//
