The Jokerr - The Real One | Текст песни

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• The Jokerr
• The Real One

The sound is unacceptable
And, heh, my bullshit levels are unsurpassable
And uh… Next year Imma be in yo top 5
And I’m definitely not talking bout myspace
Even though nobody uses myspace anymore
Because it’s cumbersome and the music player pops out and it’s annoying
And uh (why’d they do that?) wait, nevermind, yo, yo, let’s get em,
Tha Joker ugh…

Intro Verse:

My name is Joker, rap name poacher
I eat so much shit I got dukey in my toaster
I need to run and hide beneath the ground like a gopher
Either that or change my name or my career might be over

I sound like I’m 10 and I’m not much older
I don’t know if I could rap any slower
My punchlines are just cute little plays on words
And adaptations of corny internet jokes that I use to make dumb fucking 12 year olds
Think that I’m a dope rapper

Now allow me to put an end to this shit once and for all, listen…

Verse 1:

Let me show you how the real Jokerr gets down
Having trouble hearing me? Motherfucker then come a little closer
Now I've been out ripping this shit since you were nothing but a little bitch
And I got a chipped shoulder cuz I'm older
And I took a whole year and a half of my life at the trademark office
Trying to get the rights to the name on lock
And guess what (punk) your little stint’s over

Cause there ain't enough room in the city for the both of us
And I got a certificate hanging up that'll prove it
I've been around since 2002 (bitch)
You were like 12 I was 8 years older
Already rippin motherfuckers apart, already kicking 100 bars
Already runnin the studio and getting paid
When my nigga Pennywise was movin them keys you was out front slangin that lemonade

First off, I don't even know this fag, but I ain't ever heard a joke as bad
Bitch you ain’t rich and you ain’t a beast on the mic, I'v heard better from an open vag
You get your ass kissed by your YouTube fans, take that shit back into doo-doo land
Thinking you stand a chance in a battle with a real rhymer, you could be the chief of the koo-koo clan

Yeah (yeah, yeah) I know all about ya, rhyme it slow and rhyme with swag
I'll crush you to bits then rip you open, like a top-ramen bag
And that’d be a perfect example of them corny metaphors you use
And of course you choose my name rap name bitch, Joker? you're just a normal dude

Tell em what it is Jade. Tell em how you get punked when you in the ‘A’
Tell em how you gotta take your mommas credit card and get you a limo
Then try to front like you're getting paid
Front like you ain't been looking for a record deal for the last 3 years
Ain't nobody giving you a chance
Cuz you're nothin but a little kid with a little dream
And you’re never gonna see a record company advance

Cause in the event you get any bigger you might get sued if I happen to be in a self-righteous mood
Cuz I own the motherfucking trademark, bitch you don't even use that cheap ass mic you use
You're not original at all, don't pretend to be. You're nothing but a fraud with a gimmick
See you took my name, you sing like Wayne and, well, you look like B.O.B’s mini-me

Hey, I'm a gangsta Ah, I got swag, bitches, broads
I like smoking big cigars, sipping on Crys’ in expensive cars
Ha-ha, I like weed, big butts, I like thongs,
I'm a dope rapper, I got bars, and I use auto-tune in my songs

And I sound like a faggot when I'm singing
I’m nasally and annoying, lacking any meaning
I'm jacking Little Wayne with this trendy melody
While I sing about standard rapper shit, how typical can I be?

Well my name is Jade Harris and I think I can rap
But I'm not really that good blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Chorus: (repeate 2X)

(I’m The Real One)
Well I guess it’s Here We Go, Welcome to the Show
It’s only a matter of time before the whole world k