[Intro]
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The sound is unacceptable
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And, my bullshit levels are unsurpassable
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And uh¡¦ Next year I'mma be in your top 5
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And I¡¯m definitely not talking about Myspace
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Even though nobody uses Myspace anymore
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Because it¡¯s cumbersome and the music player pops out and it¡¯s annoying
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And uh, why¡¯d they do that? Wait, nevermind, yo, yo, let¡¯s get 'em
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Tha Joker, ugh¡¦
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[Verse 1]
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My name is Joker, rap name poacher
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I eat so much shit, I got dukey in my toaster
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I need to run and hide beneath the ground like a gopher
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Either that or change my name or my career might be over
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I sound like I¡¯m 10 and I¡¯m not much older
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I don¡¯t know if I could rap any slower
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My punchlines are just cute little plays on words
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And adaptations of corny internet jokes that I use to make dumb fucking 12 year olds
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Think that I¡¯m a dope rapper
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Now allow me to put an end to this shit once and for all, listen¡¦
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[Verse 2]
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Let me show you how the real Jokerr gets down
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Having trouble hearing me? Motherfucker then come a little closer
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Now I've been out ripping this shit since you were nothing but a little bitch
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And I got a chipped shoulder cause I'm older
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And I took a whole year and a half of my life at the trademark office
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Trying to get the rights to the name on lock
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And guess what (punk) your little stint¡¯s over
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Cause there ain't enough room in the city for the both of us
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And I got a certificate hanging up that'll prove it
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I've been around since 2002 (bitch)
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You were like 12 I was 8 years older
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Already ripping motherfuckers apart, already kicking 100 bars
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Already running the studio and getting paid
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When my nigga Pennywise was moving them keys you was out front slanging that lemonade
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[Verse 3]
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First off, I don't even know this fag
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But I ain't ever heard a joke as bad
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Bitch you ain¡¯t rich and you ain¡¯t a beast on the mic
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I've heard better from an open vag
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You get your ass kissed by your YouTube fans
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Take that shit back into doo-doo land
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Thinking you stand a chance in a battle with a real rhymer
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You could be the chief of the koo-koo clan
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Yeah (yeah, yeah) I know all about ya
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Rhyme it slow and rhyme with swag
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I'll crush you to bits and rip you open, like a Top Ramen bag
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And that¡¯d be a perfect example of them corny metaphors you use
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And of course you choose my rap name bitch, Joker? You're just a normal dude
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Tell 'em what it is Jade
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Tell 'em how you get punked when you in the ¡®A¡¯
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Tell 'em how you gotta take your momma's credit card and get you a limo
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Then try to front like you're getting paid
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Front like you ain't been looking for a record deal for the last 3 years
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Ain't nobody giving you a chance
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Cause you're nothing but a little kid with a little dream
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And you¡¯re never gonna see a record company advance
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Cause in the event you get any bigger you might get sued
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If I happen to be in a self-righteous mood
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Cause I own the motherfucking trademark
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Bitch you don't even own that cheap ass mic you use
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You're not original at all, don't pretend to be
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You're nothing but a fraud with a gimmick
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See you took my name, you sing like Wayne and
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Well, you look like B.O.B¡¯s mini-me
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Hey, I'm a gangsta, Ah
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I got swag, bitches, broads
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I like smoking big cigars
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Sipping on Crys¡¯ in expensive cars
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Ha-ha, I like weed
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Big butts, I like thongs
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I'm a dope rapper, I got bars
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And I use auto-tune in my songs
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And I sound like a faggot when I'm singing
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I¡¯m nasally and annoying, lacking any meaning
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I'm jacking Lil Wayne with his trendy melody
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While I sing about standard rapper shit, how typical can I be?
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Well my name is Jade Harris and I think I can rap
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But I'm not really that good
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Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
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[Hook x2]
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(I¡¯m The Real One)
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Well I guess it¡¯s Here We Go, Welcome to the Show
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It¡¯s only a matter of time before the whole world knows
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(I¡¯m The Real One)
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I¡¯m back from the dungeon, and I hit the ground running
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You can hear me coming and I¡¯m screaming¡¦
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(I¡¯m The Real One)
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There just ain¡¯t enough room for the both of us homie I¡¯m sorry but hey
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You know the way it go |