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The Real One (The Jokerr)

[Intro] The sound is unacceptable And, my bullshit levels are unsurpassable And uh' Next year I'mma be in your top 5 And I'm definitely not talking about 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' [Verse 1] 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 2] 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 cause 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 ripping motherfuckers apart, already kicking 100 bars Already running the studio and getting paid When my nigga Pennywise was moving them keys you was out front slanging that lemonade [Verse 3] 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've 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 and 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 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 momma's 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 Cause you're nothing 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 Cause I own the motherfucking trademark Bitch you don't even own 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 Lil Wayne with his 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 [Hook x2] (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 knows (I'm The Real One) I'm back from the dungeon, and I hit the ground running You 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 hey You know the way it goes, so' (I'm The Real One) I'm taking over and I'm not doing it for fun There'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 smoke How many bitches they pull, how much money they got Knowing good and well you're broke as fuck like everybody else' And what do I bring to the table' I bring years of perfecting the art of entertainment Spectacle, lyricism, vocal performance, musicianship' You ain't The Jokerr, you're just another garbage ass hip hop clone Now get off my throne chump!