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the jokerr - thunder jack كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yo
how the f-ck am i gon’ drop two songs and you haven’t even responded to the first one yet
(b-tch -ss n-gga) b-tch -ss n-gga
king of the underground king of deez nutz
f-cking with a different type of animal messing with me, yo
look, yo

[verse]
you f-cking p-ssy, bald, three-foot mexican b-tch
let’s see you on the heavy bag, your neck in a splint
you green midget, looking like your mother slept with the grinch
and he tried to abort you by pounding your head with a wrench
you ain’t a playboy or beast, i’m checking your prints
you’re a g-y boy with a yeast infection to rinse
a little girl crying on the internet with your friends
i bet you milk be squirting out of your pecks when you bench
you f-cking doofus, acting like you’re street? n-gga prove it
come down to watts with that and leave toothless
listing off set names trynna get clout
b-tch, i actually f-ck with them n-ggas you rhyming about
and a giant amount, i filmed 2pac must die
cruising in the caddie with the gun c-cked, tucked
riding around las vegas with a bus-sized clutch
of hood n-ggas that you wish that you could thug like, tough guy
you might got these horrorcore fans on the net fooled
but real n-ggas don’t know you or respect you
you’re f-cking with the jester, then i’m gonna have to best you
or send you back to prison, let a buff n-gga molest you
or set me a contest, let your -ss enter that
add that to the list of sh-t you’ll never be a winner at
so you can cry about that sh-t the next five years
and send me more messages than a rich prince from niger
i’m walking through the woods, there’s a knife here
and a f-cking sony cybershot from 2005… weird
and some sh-t on it he wiped clear
billy must have got excited and shot a load on his camera guy’s beard
that’s the only conclusion to which my mind veers
cause your videos are all g-y on a high tier
i mean dubbs sucks at videos, you’re even worse at em
i’ve seen better videos coming through reverse cameras
here we go again, everybody wants it
and cryptic wisdom? suck my f-cking d-ck until you numb it
then climb the tower at “camp jokerr’s nuts” jump, plummet
land on m-ss of man’s stomach, send masetti flying from it
you think i don’t see you talking? i’m watching you motherf-ckers
leaving comments on my topic, i’ve got you a coffin coming
i’m a motherf-cking elephant, i never forget
so watch your mouth ‘fore you wind up next on the list, b-tch
but back to dropping hammers on a satanist
more like: overcompen-satanist
pushing all this devil talk, you know you’re soft as baby sh-t
i brought me a super soaker to holy-water spray you with
but nothing’s gonna happen though cause you’ve just been adapting it
you tried to find a niche and picked a stupid demographic, b-tch
that’s like one tenth of one percent
you’d have been better off rapping as a monk with t-ts
you’d make more fans rapping like a drunken brit
in a dublin pub in front of a hundred micks
or spray-painting swastikas on the london bridge
the only people you appeal to are dumb or kids
and now you want to talk about my business affairs?
like you actually know something? b-tch n-gga, you scared
i’d talk about yours but it wouldn’t be fair
i actually make a living from what i cook in the lair
i got double what you make off a verse now in 2010
“jealous -ss b-tch” and your name are synonyms
if i were you, i’d just start over, just begin again
buy a dope camera, and if you can’t afford it, rent a lens
and shoot some better videos under a new name
maybe play the asian angle, you could dress like liu kang
and start a new gang, don’t do this fun sh-t lonely
and you could call yourselves the one trick ponies
every godd-mn song could be the same sh-t
you could wear a bandana over your face like a lame twit
and then you could… oh, hold up, wait, sh-t
that’s the same thing you’re doing now, my bad, brain slip
well i guess there’s no f-cking hope for you, billy
i feel bad for anyone who rode for you, billy
how’s it feel to be exposed by the jokerr, you silly
poser, i wasn’t even really roasting you, billy
i’m just saying what anybody who knows of you really thinks
listen, your whole sh-t? it really stinks
it’s not scaleable, it won’t work
you’ll never blow up and when you realise it, it’s gon’ hurt
cause by that time, you’ll be 40 with grown kids
and a bunch of fans who grew out of your whole sh-t
and never looked back once
cause you don’t bring a single original thing to the table, you fat c-nt

- the jokerr

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