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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,386
Peak in subgenre #99
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
November 06, 2006
Track Files
MP3
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//