The Joke
The Joke

Booshank, Marcus Aurelius - The Joke Lyrics

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The Joke Lyrics

Thank you everyone for the support
Thank you
Now go fuck yourselves
Yuck
This one's for the record
Hey hey
LED
Hey hey
I'll be at your door like Jehovah witness
You know who this is
I'm a montage of aggression
My entourage twitching
I'm a hobgoblin a menace
A psychologist dead in the box
In the trunk of my 95 infinite
I got rottweiler genetics
You're not on my level no
I'm taking my medicine
Still having a the episodes
It's unequivocal the triclops original
Piss on a pessimist
And the rest of them get the testicles
I'm not impressed with you motherfucker
You baby thighs soft serve
man you look awkward them crazy eyes
Ain't fooling nobody nope
We know you a fuck boy
Put you on your knees again got you looking up
Towards the sky and praying that my replies merciful
You cocksucker it's personal
Kaaa Too
I'm cursing you
I'll spit these words at you
Perfect and merc you surgical
My knife work is precise word
I'mma slice you vertical
I write these verses in hieroglyphics on alley walls
Atlanta to Cali dog fuck are you Maricons
I'm on that 94 grimmy raw
Rhymin' pure 100 percent
Coming direct from the iron jaw
Hear the lion roar king of the beast
Piss on the street mark my territory
Eat where I sleep yuck
Dirty motherfucker greasy physique
You brought beef, now it's caught in my teeth
Ain't that sweet
I'm an antagonist who can't stand the direction
I'm a hijack this goddamn bandwagon and wreck it
I'm a nightmare I can manhandle a record
And your whole fam even your grandparents expect it
This is raw imagery I'm caught in this memory lapse
Too many abstract Hennessy flashbacks
Of black flags, hazmat suits and gasmasks
No half-ass faggot rap battles with hashtags
Nah I'm a grown man picture me twittering
Head down behind my keyboard
Click-a-dee clicking
That shit right there that's for bickering women
This is hip-hop motherfucker stick to the spittin
The word is out in the dirty south
Probably heard of me word of mouth
I'm Willie Sherman now I'll just burn it down
The A town's a crater now
You made it out good motherfucker you safe for now
Till I bring the hellfire raining down
Just wait around
I just

Thank you everyone for the support
Thank you
Now go fuck yourselves
Yuck
This one's for the record
Hey hey
LED
Hey hey
I'll be at your door like Jehovah witness
You know who this is
I'm a montage of aggression
My entourage twitching
I'm a hobgoblin a menace
A psychologist dead in the box
In the trunk of my 95 infinite
I got rottweiler genetics
You're not on my level no
I'm taking my medicine
Still having a the episodes
It's unequivocal the triclops original
Piss on a pessimist
And the rest of them get the testicles
I'm not impressed with you motherfucker
You baby thighs soft serve
man you look awkward them crazy eyes
Ain't fooling nobody nope
We know you a fuck boy
Put you on your knees again got you looking up
Towards the sky and praying that my replies merciful
You cocksucker it's personal
Kaaa Too
I'm cursing you
I'll spit these words at you
Perfect and merc you surgical
My knife work is precise word
I'mma slice you vertical
I write these verses in hieroglyphics on alley walls
Atlanta to Cali dog fuck are you Maricons
I'm on that 94 grimmy raw
Rhymin' pure 100 percent
Coming direct from the iron jaw
Hear the lion roar king of the beast
Piss on the street mark my territory
Eat where I sleep yuck
Dirty motherfucker greasy physique
You brought beef, now it's caught in my teeth
Ain't that sweet
I'm an antagonist who can't stand the direction
I'm a hijack this goddamn bandwagon and wreck it
I'm a nightmare I can manhandle a record
And your whole fam even your grandparents expect it
This is raw imagery I'm caught in this memory lapse
Too many abstract Hennessy flashbacks
Of black flags, hazmat suits and gasmasks
No half-ass faggot rap battles with hashtags
Nah I'm a grown man picture me twittering
Head down behind my keyboard
Click-a-dee clicking
That shit right there that's for bickering women
This is hip-hop motherfucker stick to the spittin
The word is out in the dirty south
Probably heard of me word of mouth
I'm Willie Sherman now I'll just burn it down
The A town's a crater now
You made it out good motherfucker you safe for now
Till I bring the hellfire raining down
Just wait around
I just

Writer(s): Theosious Fuqua
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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