[Verse 1:]
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I¡¯m with it, bringing you more knowledge per minute
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Than every Encyclopedia Britannica ever printed
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I¡¯m sicker than spinach and harder than minorities in Alabama
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Tryin¡¯ to get elected to sit in the senate
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You can¡¯t see me, don¡¯t bother adjusting your focus
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You clustered locust are nothing, hopeless, I¡¯ll crush you like roaches
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Cause when I start steppin¡¯, I leave humongous impressions
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Deep enough to bury bitches I battle up to their throats in
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Now I¡¯m a force with which to be reckoned, lyrically and otherwise
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A prime product of pop culture¡¯s repugnant lies
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Their volunteered arrogance got ¡®em thinking they something fly
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(well go ahead and put them in their places Joke) Homie I¡¯m much obliged
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I¡¯ll hang around and clown give em a little pound
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But I see right thought them like school busses with their windows down
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Walk up with a smile and leave with a vengeful frown
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The Jokerr¡¯s back, bangin! It¡¯s plain and simple now¡¦
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[Chorus:]
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Here I am
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Back in the dungeon running up in and I¡¯m wondering every bit of¡¦
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Here I am
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Time that I¡¯ve been rhyming again I would have been fine with a bit of¡¦
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Here I am
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All would have been calm but they all mobbed and wanted me gone¡¦
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It¡¯s the same as the way it will stay till the day I die die die¡¦
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Here I am
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Back from the dungeon I was once in and I¡¯m wondering every bit of¡¦
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Here I am
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Time, itty bitty mind trick of any kind, put em into 9, tell a nigga¡¦
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Here I am
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Deep down, you can¡¯t forget me now
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And that¡¯s the same as its gonna stay till the day I die die die die¡¦ hey!
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[Verse 2:]
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They call me ¡°the first meal¡± cause soon as they see Joe dudes break fast
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I¡¯ll knock a fake ass up through a whole new weight class
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The hood gets covered with booby traps that they can¡¯t escape past
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Their nice whips get spike-stripped, they roll through they crash!
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Flows bruise and bash, whole crews get smashed
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Kick some garbage in my booth and get thrown through the glass
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I¡¯ll treat ¡®em worse than non-believers at the end times
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Dip their bodies in molten steel and hang ¡®em up as wind chimes
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I¡¯m barbaric like hateful tyrants and staging giant displays of violence
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Sending skulls flying like ancient Mayans
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African Animal Planet cameramen wait in silence tryin¡¯ ta film me
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Breakin¡¯ across the savanna chasing lions
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I took my place in science as the maniacal, undeniable
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Unclassifiable, evasive primate
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I was spawned when they tested the hydrogen bomb on my vacant island
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When the smoke cleared, I was there waiving ¡°hi¡± like¡¦
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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So, you heard I was rippin? Allow me to confirm your suspicions
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As you observe every vile verb and verminous sentence
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Make sure you check your britches cause my words are vicious
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They cause sporadic involuntary bowel movements and nervous twitches
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If you listen too long when I¡¯m rippin you gone
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I¡¯ll slide across the board and snatch you up like bishops do pawns
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I¡¯m Mr. Oxymoronic cutting greens with meat cleavers
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I sting bees and breed trees that eat beavers
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But I¡¯m just a jester with a verbal luster I¡¯ve so displayed
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It¡¯d take an oil tanker anchor just to control my rage
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Rush in your whole brigade, I¡¯m crushin¡¯ your motorcade
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Skatin¡¯ across the valley using busses for roller blades
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You couldn¡¯t hang with me in a picture with framing
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You couldn¡¯t hang with me if we were two witches in Salem
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You couldn¡¯t hang with me if I were Ace Ventura and
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You were a raccoon on my back on a rope in the Himalayas homie
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HERE I AM!
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[Chorus]
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Here I Am
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The Jokerr |