The Jokerr - The Real One Lyrics
[Intro]The sound is unacceptableAnd, my bullshit levels are unsurpassableAnd uh' Next year I'mma be in your top 5And I'm definitely not talking about MyspaceEven though nobody uses Myspace anymoreBecause it's cumbersome and the music player pops out and it's annoyingAnd uh, why'd they do that' Wait, nevermind, yo, yo, let's get 'emTha Joker, ugh'[Verse 1]My name is Joker, rap name poacherI eat so much shit, I got dukey in my toasterI need to run and hide beneath the ground like a gopherEither that or change my name or my career might be overI sound like I'm 10 and I'm not much olderI don't know if I could rap any slowerMy punchlines are just cute little plays on wordsAnd adaptations of corny internet jokes that I use to make dumb *****ing 12 year oldsThink that I'm a dope rapperNow allow me to put an end to this shit once and for all, listen'[Verse 2]Let me show you how the real Jokerr gets downHaving trouble hearing me' Mother*****er then come a little closerNow I've been out ripping this shit since you were nothing but a little *****And I got a chipped shoulder cause I'm olderAnd I took a whole year and a half of my life at the trademark officeTrying to get the rights to the name on lockAnd guess what (punk) your little stint's overCause there ain't enough room in the city for the both of usAnd I got a certificate hanging up that'll prove itI've been around since 2002 (*****)You were like 12 I was 8 years olderAlready ripping mother*****ers apart, already kicking 100 barsAlready running the studio and getting paidWhen my nigga Pennywise was moving them keys you was out front slanging that lemonade[Verse 3]First off, I don't even know this fagBut I ain't ever heard a joke as bad***** you ain't rich and you ain't a beast on the micI've heard better from an open vagYou get your ass kissed by your YouTube fansTake that shit back into doo-doo landThinking you stand a chance in a battle with a real rhymerYou could be the chief of the koo-koo clanYeah (yeah, yeah) I know all about yaRhyme it slow and rhyme with swagI'll crush you to bits and rip you open, like a Top Ramen bagAnd that'd be a perfect example of them corny metaphors you useAnd of course you choose my rap name *****, Joker' You're just a normal dudeTell 'em what it is JadeTell 'em how you get punked when you in the 'A'Tell 'em how you gotta take your momma's credit card and get you a limoThen try to front like you're getting paidFront like you ain't been looking for a record deal for the last 3 yearsAin't nobody giving you a chanceCause you're nothing but a little kid with a little dreamAnd you're never gonna see a record company advanceCause in the event you get any bigger you might get suedIf I happen to be in a self-righteous moodCause I own the mother*****ing trademark***** you don't even own that cheap ass mic you useYou're not original at all, don't pretend to beYou're nothing but a fraud with a gimmickSee you took my name, you sing like Wayne andWell, you look like B.O.B's mini-meHey, I'm a gangsta, AhI got swag, *****es, broadsI like smoking big cigarsSipping on Crys' in expensive carsHa-ha, I like weedBig butts, I like thongsI'm a dope rapper, I got barsAnd I use auto-tune in my songsAnd I sound like a faggot when I'm singingI'm nasally and annoying, lacking any meaningI'm jacking Lil Wayne with his trendy melodyWhile I sing about standard rapper shit, how typical can I be'Well my name is Jade Harris and I think I can rapBut I'm not really that goodBlah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah[Hook x2](I'm The Real One)Well I guess it's Here We Go, Welcome to the ShowIt's only a matter of time before the whole world knows(I'm The Real One)I'm back from the dungeon, and I hit the ground runningYou can hear me coming and I'm screaming'(I'm The Real One)There just ain't enough room for the both of us homie I'm sorry but heyYou know the way it goes, so'(I'm The Real One)I'm taking over and I'm not doing it for funThere's only one, homie, there's only one'[Outro]You know what Jade' You put a face on all that bullshit that everybody's sick off'Wack ass little kids with almost no lyrical talent rapping about how much weed they smokeHow many *****es they pull, how much money they gotKnowing good and well you're broke as ***** like everybody else'And what do I bring to the table' I bring years of perfecting the art of entertainmentSpectacle, lyricism, vocal performance, musicianship'You ain't The Jokerr, you're just another garbage ass hip hop cloneNow get off my throne chump!
