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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #656
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
August 22, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 1:59
Lyrics
ill aim for ya brain, fake, you like trains at hobby shops//
while I was livin the good life, Haz was lickin lollie pops//
I’ll send em for the ride of his life, like Morgan Freeman//
or gouge out his eyes wit a knife, to see what he’s thinkin//
He’s bleedin, & breathin heavy, im swingin & screamin bring it////
I keep bringin heat from beneath you like evil demons in phoenix//
Logically, no-showins ya only option so probably//
You should stop writin ya verse and work on typin apologies//
Cuz honestly, you should feel bad for the cats that had to see this//
The voters & those who showed up, to see you get beat like a penis//
Ill dismantle hazazel, in this battle, im the cattle//
No bull, this cats grass, he gon get his ass trampled//
I’ll smash his back wit an anvil, stab & stare at em laughin//
Then piss & shyt on his bitch, treat his chick like Marilyn Manson//
Slice the back of his adams apple, & have em gaggin on shrapnel//
Grab Rambo’s michette handle & chop Haz like a mixtape sample//
Bet you thought ya lines were nice, but a bitch to design//
Then cried after signin on, clicked in and listened to mine//
He’s a bitch in disguise, but fuck it, I’m rippin this guy//
He calls me anything but Joker, ill put this bic thru his eye//
Only clips you’ve seen, really, was on a movie screens//
I’ll call this fruit cake a hoe-hoe just to prove he’s sweet//
hazazel, you’ll never meet a meaner or eviler artist//
see, he aint know, im known for beatin people retarded//
like a fag getting a lap dance, this cats bars aint hard//
Is he speakin? I hear beepin, wait, that’s my gay-dar//
his bite aint nice, so listen to the bitch, he’s barkin//
So ima halt his heart, like the late great Mr. Carlin//
im ready for whatever, ill set it off like a car alarm//
hazazel mad no one knows him, “wheres my marvel card?”//
im exposin this homo fagget, for what he really is//
I give death to contenders & ask why so serious?//
He pissin & twitchin, like I just stuck a gun in his hip//
Cuz I come to cut him, plus his mother, brother, and chic//
You can’t fuck wit tha kid, dumb shyt, cuz im runnin this//
You got cocks like colon docs, they stay up in ya shyt//
I asked for a champ, they sent this lil bitch wit tha big ego//
But even he knows, he gon die, wit tha click of tha eagle//
Im the David Blane of the game, how I levitate rednecks//
Toss em through the air, smilin while I devastate net reps//
Im lord of the morgue, you just an angel of death//
Ill wreck you & your reflection, before breakin ya neck//
