Here We Go (The Jokerr)

[Verse 1] Yo! Can you imagine the pain I've been through for years living underground The dirt turning my coloured gowns thick grungy brown Comin' hard at you imitators, don't be fooled homie Takin' the name, stakin' the claim, the one and only It's the real Jokerr, with a big-ass chip on my shoulder Pushin' a boulder over a cliff, squishin' an ogre Sittin' alone, chippin' in stone, tablets of Moses Carvin' new commandments out for my own savage indulgence I've been holding a grudge, itchin' to exact my vengeance Bad Intentions, enacted by the blackened henchmen And the hands of the diabolical masked magician With the two pronged hat danglin' back in the wind whippin' Thunderbolt crashes and bright flashes With spiraling cumulus clouds in the sky cappin' Welcome to my labyrinth, vampire bats and white chasms Now try laughing bastards! [Hook] Here we go, Here we go, Here we go Everybody better know, better know, better know Hey, if you wanna play with the J to the O You probably figured that I would have been gone, but now I'm coming back ohhh Here we go, Here we go, and it isn't Welcome To The Show I take it to a whole new level And you know it so be careful when you open up your mouth and try disrespecting me [Verse 2] I'm sticking the snobbiest clergy to the humblest late commoners Take it back when I'm old like government wage garnishments I'm jacking alien race, gettin' a high speed chase through space Hop in the black hole and shake Romulans I'm universal like joints on drive shafts I drain my bladder on any rapper on the ladder I climb past You deniers lit a fire under the lion's ass Fuck being stuck in the bucket with you benign crabs I look at life with a cynical slant Society slighted me I try to bring myself to forgive 'em, but can't I was already wound tight, they keep twisting the clamp I bottle it up, blow my top, get belligerent and rant Cussin' out anybody, even if they ain't involved Kickin' walls, flailin' on the ground like spoiled kids in malls And I ain't socially sensitive at all I put on stilts and flip midgets off bitches! [Hook] [Verse 3] Usually when it comes to my rhymes and cussin', I'm frugal But I'm the only rapper dope enough to criticize my shit, so fuck your approval And fuck a suburbanite swag rapper of any race I'll slap him in his face 'til it fuckin' disintegrates Fuck a horrorcore rapper trynna collab My prices ain't high cause I'm that good, they're cause you're that bad So bitch to your faggot fans on Facebook about it That was the last chance that your shit talkin' ass had I promise you don't want it, I'll call you out and stand there Daring you to spit publicly, admist the fanfare Fuck bullets, you'll be sweatin' nuclear bombs at home over a blank pad, shakin' with a bland stare Think hard as you can yeah, and while you're at it, I'mma stop fucking with you and go diss an artist who's fans care Just be damn 'ware what you saying when you playing in the sandman's lair, heh yeah! [Hook] [Outro Spoken] All I'm saying, is come correct you know? I've worked too hard and too long at this to be takin' that kinda shit from a punk like you Hell no the respect ain't mutual I'm on some grown man shit, you're on some "go cry to your fans" shit And in case you didn't get the memo, the underground is officially under new management So that means, unless I need something from you, sit down and shut the fuck up! Ain't you got some weekly freebie to record or some shit? Maybe a $25 collab with some other whack-ass artist Expanding your legacy and shit, fuckin' Prone Records Everybody on your whole roster sounds like a gasping asshole Get out of here, you ain't a spitter Why don't you go play with your little horrorcore buddies Go build a fort You better check the repertoire before you come knockin' at my shit