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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,164
Peak in subgenre #56
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
August 31, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:34
Lyrics
Father forgive me, cuz ima bout ta backslide//
Open a can of actright & give a swift kick to ya backside//
Im comin atcha wita hammer, blastin ya clavical//
Damaging, batterin, causin disaster and massacre//
My names joker, but damn this cats funny//
Im at his throat like a focused, smoked out crack junkie//
Ya bitch isn’t fuckin ya, unless ya ass in druggin her//
Ayo, How talkin shyt, wit E’s dick in ya jugular?//
I know bitches that’ll put a plunger up in ya//
One’l pour salt in ya wounds, while the others fuckin cutting ya//
He gon die like christ on the cross, Im written em of//
wants 20 hard, cant bowl fa shyt, but he’s nice wit balls//
Tell me how you straight, askin for 20, the hard way?//
I don’t need a homo joke, to prove, you are gay//
I could say he’s ok, but I aint tryna lie tho//
Ill say the devil made me do it, after I beat you with the bible//
Mike like guys, and it aint no surprise tho//
This cats gay, he’s flamin, ock change ya name to pyro//
I can beat em twice tonight, but why tho?//
He‘ll cry yo, plus, cats already hate the five oh, I know//
The site don’t like you, they sicka beein lied to//
So they sent the best to exterminate you, bye dude//
You run ya mouth a lot, now people wanna fight you//
But fuck 16 Priest, ill beat you wita haiku//
I done mastered my swagger, ima damage this bastard//
You know you feelin salty, getting smashed by a cracker//
Priest a bitch, he’s pissed, like someone ripped his bladder//
So ill leave his head drippin, hush, listen…*pitter patter*//
Ill pull ya card & aint talking bout the comic, son//
Drop bombs on you, bigger then the atomic ones//
Ill let the flow switch up, yall know he’s broke as fuck//
Cant never reach his heat, cuz first he gotta hold his gut//
Grab his stomach, roll it up, yup, its too late dumb fuck//
Like the site was offline, ill leave Priest face, dumbstruck//
Ya racist prick, ya face it hit//
Wanted beef, now ima break ya ribbs//
Alotta tuff talk, still you aint sayin shyt//
Only way yo ass is getting ass, is if ya rape a bitch//
& I aint worry bout this prick, what he gon do to me//
im sayin, Priest dead so, who gon read his eulogy//
