Yoke the Joker

Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up

Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough

Any freestyle I see while I prowl

I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child

Another victory, it's mystery

I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery

All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he

Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?

You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap

You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me

Slicin your life away, just like my mic today

I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away

I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust

Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut

You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like

You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight

All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all

So proud of, sure, suck my encores

Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo

I'ma smoke ya

It's time to yoke the joker

The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie

Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early

You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop

If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped

It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with

You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket

I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high

Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high

Never would you ever get the thrill to say, "Yo, sweat

Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"

Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day

Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way

Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya

Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya

The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden

It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children

Physically, facially, racially made to be

Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be

Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan

Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan

Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test

Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step

That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live

That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give

Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit

Bite what I might get, then up and say, "I quit"

Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you

Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?

Yoke the joker