My name is Joker [okay]; habitual smoker [yeah].
I burn so many trees, that I have splinters in my toaster. [yah digg! ]
I need a bitch to stay below my waist like a holster; [stay low]
And then I sit my cup up on her booty like a coaster.
I brag about my money so they're calling me a boaster. [yeahhh]
I holler giddyup like I was on the Ponderosa. [get it girl! ]
You say that you don't feel me, well come a little closer. [come here! ]
I'll show you what a gangsta look like; at least supposed tah. [look at me]
My blunt is filled with very deadly weed, I call it dro;
My eyes, stay low like a gay dudes in the mens bathroom [no homo],
Do you marvel at my flow, or shiver at my genius? [yes]
You think of std's from all the hickeys on my penis.
We let the beat live, these other rappers are a bore.
I kill so many tracks; they recognize me at the morgue. [that's him! ]
Bought a 20 pack of Trojans on my last trip to the store,
I did a show that night and had to go the next day to buy more. [ballin]
You can test me if you want, examination if you choose;
But my glock will leave your shirt, looking like Dorothy's shoes. [Pop pop! ]
No little Dorothy, see home is a place that I can't go. [Jackson, Mississippi]
... After a couple puffs, I'm somewhere over the rainbow.
I have these hoes afraid to take a look into there mirrors.
Skeet something on their faces that resembles aloe vera. [ah skeet skeet]
Reply to the officer, that's parsley on my seat.
We pass the blunt to one another like batons at a track meet. [yeah]
Exactly; I know just what you peons are thinking. [what's that]
"Mississippi niggas ain't shit..."
I don't see haters like I'm blinking. [yah digg! ]
My money keeps on growing, while your fan base keeps shrinking. [yeah! ]
You wish you were a psychic, so you could rap just what I'm thinking.