[Intro]
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A little under a week ago, a phone call took place between the jokerr and Justus,
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Justus wanted to squash the beef between the two,
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so the joker wouldn¡¯t be afraid to appear and battle him live on the stage at an event
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of course Justus would coordinate,
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now Justus coordinates this event,
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and to follow he would be the primary benefactor of all monetary profits generated by the event,
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so in essence, he wants the joker to come battle and ti put money in his pockets,
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I don¡¯t think so
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[Verse 1]
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It finally happened, everyone was waitin for it, you like to cook the beef stew,
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But ain¡¯t got the mustle to taste and pour it
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You woke a sleepin giant,
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Yeah I¡¯m straight enormous you can feel the ground shakin from me in my basement snoring there¡¯s a reason my reputation proceeds me,
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It¡¯s cuz I¡¯m beastly, and I smash bitches like you easily,
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I might be jeezy, but jokerr¡¯s like ouiji,
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If you an emcee, and you can¡¯t touch me,
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You can¡¯t read me,
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I¡¯m bout to place some power cords,
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Negate ya crowd reports start sniffin out the wackest hater with the brownest drawers
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The chicken¡¯s always get to dissin when the falcon soars but I see right through you motherfuckers like shower doors
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I out weigh you,
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Out write you,
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Out think you,
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I out spit you, and when I fart, I out stink you,
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And guess what, I¡¯m coming at you, and I¡¯m finna catch you,
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I didn¡¯t wanna smash you,
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But I guess I¡¯m gonna have to,
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Cuz you don¡¯t know where to draw the line,
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You just like to press buttons called you a chicken,
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Said quit the bitchin,
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But you kept cluckin
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Or put your money where your mouth is,
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And bet something your head is so fucking big,
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I hear you neck bucklin
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You¡¯re not knowing me,
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I¡¯m ready for anything you can throw at me,
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From on wax,
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To spoken word poetry on stage,
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Off stage, guns, rocks, blaze pillars, grenades,
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You try to slander me socially
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It doesn¡¯t matter,
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Jokers the mad hatter,
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With a chocolate lab bladder,
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Pissin on you fire hydrant ass rapper¡¯s
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I stop shit,
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I ain¡¯t havin it,
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I could reach up to stop a helicopter roter blade just by grabbing it ha,
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I ain¡¯t loyal to friends you just mad cuz nothing
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You¡¯ve writtens been worthy to be bitten like foiled and cringe the turmoil begins, but you couldn¡¯t go toe to toe with me if we were Siamese twins,
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Joined at the shins
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[Break]
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Hehehehe, oh man what a line,
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What a line,
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What a line you think this is a gimmick,
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You¡¯re not with this corny gimmick shit,
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You¡¯re fucking 30 years old,
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And still talkin about runnin up on people for sayin shit,
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Like you need to defend your manhood or something, heh,
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Allow me to break down what¡¯s really going on,
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Since nobody else wants to do it, heh,
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Listen
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[Verse 2]
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You wack as fuck, and can¡¯t accept the rap careers a bit impractical,
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You bit my homie¡¯s myspace page,
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Shit is laughable,
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It¡¯s cool you¡¯ve been at it for twelve years, in fact it¡¯s admirable
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But all you got from it¡¯s a drug habit and lack of capital,
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You¡¯ve opened up for nationals, old ticket¡¯s, and packed bars,
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But A&R¡¯s showed up and rolled quicker than nascar you don¡¯t leave an impression,
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You don¡¯t even leave a stench, you can stomp through powdered snow,
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And not even leave prints,
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Now you might pick up a couple weak spirited muthafuckas,
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Here and there,
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From your tenured appearances suckle hustle,
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But the real spitters ain¡¯t feeli the crap you try and publish,
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Illest lines a mile of rubbish,
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With poorly designed covers,
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You¡¯re a dime a dozen, punk, struggling rhytm puppet,
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Stuck up in a cloud of smug, and unable to rise above it,
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You front like you runnin shit,
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But inside, you cry and covet,
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You¡¯re the poster child for modern suburban cyber thuggin,
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Justus yeah I said your name bitch,
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Do something bout it,
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I¡¯ve been huggin down in my bunker,
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But I¡¯m bustin out if, fuckin cowards ran the men in that slam,
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And under the guise of honor
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Actin like you got something invested in Kavy¡¯s involvement,
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It¡¯s sad to acknowledge the Kavy beef cuz it¡¯s obivious,
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It ain¡¯t about t |