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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #518
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
October 24, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:09
Lyrics
All yall, talkin hard, truth is, yall soft//
Gaukin, All talk, till I walk in wit the sawed off//
You cats glass, yeah, so I’ma crack ya jaw dawg//
Cuz Joe neuters losers, I’ma hack ya balls off//
Yall drop wack tracks, & hope it’s a hit//
Ya bitch come in, hopin I hit, then choke on my dick//
Yall talk mad beef, for like a week & dip//
Yall swing from his dick, shyt, but even he’s a bitch//
Yo when jokers on a track, you know its bout ta go down//
When I collabo, I aint featured, it’s the jokers show now//
I paralyze you pussies, yall bitches better roll out//
If yall in the audience, I’ma kill the whole crowd, ouch//
Move fast, wont slow down, speak truth, wont hold out//
Go loud, I stab from the shaddows, bounce in the smoke cloud
I’m amazed everyday I hear em say what they don’t know bout//
So I make people listenin a witness, when they go “wow”//
Spit truth from my tongue, like I’m shootin a gun//
Some spit heat to eat, me?, I do this for fun//
Nah I’m just fuckin witchu, I aint never bust a pistol//
At least not in the streets, gota problem, what the fucks the issue//
I was just fuckin witchu, you can be the first I dead//
I’m cold blooded wit heat, no ice cream, still I hurt ya head//
don’t make me loose it, you’ll be my first tear tat//
Like Mike, bite ya fuckin ear off, now you hear that//
Yo wheres my beer at? Ayo I was sick a year back//
Now I’m sicker then a queer whose rears packed with beer caps//
A lotta fish in the sea, but All I see’s whores//
Find em feel em, fuck em forget em, now all I see’s sores//
I shoulda wrapped my dick, now I’m out to slap a bitch//
Jack a trick, laugh & dip out her house wit half her shyt//
For those who don’t know, yo, that Joes got that dope flow//
I’m here to educate, rewind this track you doe-doe//
Listen dude, I’m the shyt you listening to//
You collectin the best music, yo, I’m whatcha missin duke//
You wishin for true music, kid, I only spit the truth//
Real cool, a real dude, till I get pissed & spit atchu//
Sum more dumb shyt, no more gun shyt//
No need to talk tuff or walk huffed when I run shyt//
Got beef, I’m lika a virgin, to pussies, I come quick//
Quick to rip a bitches lip from his chin, say sum slick//
I hear em talkin out the sida they neck//
But while his lefts lookin at me, his right eye’l get wrecked//
And any guy in his set, better hope his guy gotta tech//
& put tha nine to my chest, cuz I aint even rhyme wit em yet//
Cuz when I spit words, ill be the last standin whenever its over//
Yes, I hit herbs like stoners wit medical disorders//
Killin like cancer, I’m sicker then kemo patients//
he aint ask for this ass woopin, but I guarantee he gon take it//
Faggots face it, if not get a face lift//
Flow so hot, my spits flavored, here, taste it//
Bitch don’t waste it, you not spittin out food//
If you spit what I’m spittin atchu, now you spittin out truth//
you wanna make magic, bitch get at me//
If competition wanna clap me, shyt, Ill spit wit em gladly//
Hater quick to attack me, like I’m stealin they spot light//
I’m hot right, if not why, yall blockin my cock? Dikes!//
Is it cuz this whole track, it was spit from scratch//
I started on scratch paper, now I spit to wax, damn//
yeah I’d be mad too, but yo I’m mad cool//
Cuz I’m engraved in the game, yall faded like my tattoo//
Yall spittin myths, rumors, lies, cuz ya wack duke//
But I’m like why lie yo, Joe’s fire, yeah, that’s true//
