Danny Florio - The last laugh (The Jokerr diss) lyrics

You a Hopsin hater, start beef, squash it later/ Sounding like his doppleganger and your flow has gotten stranger/ Dissing rappers, what a rotten way to die/ Like you not afraid to lie, even Hopsin ain't reply/ In that Sidekick video, you made a puppet/ Prolly can't afford an actor playing him to pay the budget/ With no strings attached, your life is dropping fast/ Made that hand puppet just to have his hand in Hopsin's a**/ Only did it so your stock would rise enormous/ Dissing him for fame, then apologizing for it/ He exposed you, take this fake and blade him bloody/ Then you had the nerve to say that Dame was taking money/ You do the same sh**, try to find the the gullible/ Stealing from your fans and the price is not refundable/ Charging for a feature, with no evidence of purchase/ Paying for collabs, then he never sends the verses/ Taking all your money, then he puts it in a huge safe/ Jokerr stay Robin, it's ironic he's a Two Face/ Just a comic or a common rap simpleton/ You robbed the Joker's image, why you had to Jack Nicholson/ Take deposits, you living off demands/ Air you out, no circulation ripping off your fans/ Pull your card, how is Jokerr getting payed/ This ain't poker, so you know now that joker's getting played/ f** a deck of cards, Jokerr's getting decked so hard/ His neck would disconnect so the rest of it connects to Mars/ Never leave the house, this rat lacks social stats/ A b**h in disguise like a Snap Chat photo App/ You send shots like you hot in your town/ Dissing ICP, but I see people copying clowns/ Weed you out, smoking loud in a silent way/ Break your bones, I'll smoke your joints in a Violent J/ Flip their name, you need new hope for you/ I'm just clowning, but even Shaggy's too dope for you/ Dissing Juggalos, you really owe them finder's fees/ Urinate on top your catalog saying ICP(I see pee)/ Just a gimmick, writing rhymes to make a stash/ But really insecure, so you hide behind the make up mask/ See it black and white, hope you die fatal/ Mixing up your face like a biracial guy's facial/ Pushing bu*tons just to activate a scandal/ On Youtube for a show to add static to your channel/ You from Arizona, barely known for fame/ Make you jet, then you'll crash when I air and zone a plane/ You dissed Tech N9ne, ripping off's a must/ Lipping off and cuss cause he kicked you off the bus/ He made you back up, you slowly barged inside/ He knew you was a front, so he Rosa Parked the ride/ Jack the Jokerr joking while I crack his molars open/ Back and shoulder broken while the clavicle is poking/ Hack his skull and throw him in the ma**ive polar ocean/ In Alaska cold and frozen with his hat and only clothing/ Leave him deep within the ocean, hope his feet can swim/ Beasting til I feast on every piece of him and even skin/ Flush his flesh and save nothing, cut his neck with blades/ Crush and upper cut his gut with nothing left to save/ Struck his resting grave, choose to find God/ Jokerr dying for attention, this ain't Suicide Squad/ Dark Knight, dark and gritty representing Arkham City/ Jokerr's just a b**h, call him Harley Quinn with harder titties/ Like a pre fight to Mayweather, bend the rules/ Funny cause Jokerr's on the card, but he's never used/ How you biracial posting MEME's and fight pride/ Making fun of blacks, but you siding with your white side/ A closet racist to yourself, how you act out/ I punch, it's lights out, he already left the black out/ You worked with Cryptic Wisdom thinking that you sick with rhythm/ Sick of all your similes and syllables with cynicism/ Only falsifies really how he crawls inside/ 45 with salty pride never seen performing live/ Break your face in half, mace it, take a pain of gla**/ Shank it, watch it hang til it bleeds enough to take a bath/ Get you scared til you running like you raced the Flash/ Find your car, then deflate the tires crazy fast/ Off the road chasing pa** til the breaks and dash/ Inside collide with the back seats and tank of gas/ Ignite the inside, including you and blaze to ash/ Record the scene, watch at home and then replay the crash/ Going back in time to middle school and grade your a**/ Giving you an F, replacing all your A's in cla**/ Then I'll break your arm, wrap it up, re-break it fast/ Take the cast, smash it up, remold it for a Jason mask/ Hack your Twitter, write you want dick and need it/ Retweet it before your fans could see it or receive it/ You wearing drag and make up like a man who switched/ A Bruce Jenner car crash, you had to get this tranny fixed/ Break your jaw til you slowly sipping smoothies/ I wrote the scriptures smoothly like a motion picture movie/ Lonely, bitter noobie, homie, Jokerr been a groupie/ You masturbate to Hopsin while you soaking in jacuzzis/ Flip your hand, now the Jokerr bout to face an Ace/ A straight disgrace, this painted face is just a waste of space/ I'm gonna murk you for charging for a paid track/ Stealing kid's money and they never getting paid back/ So f** collabs where you start high prices/ Jokerr's dead at sun down, the Dark Knight rises