The Jokerr - 100 Bizzles lyrics

I get bu*t naked, that's how I always start my raps off Hop in a stolen Russian rocket and blast off Recall an Ashcroft I'm chilling in front of a Corona factory drinking Budweiser and Mad Dog I got the lyrical talent to smash n***as Blast n***as, especially arrogant brash n***as Ask n***as, everyone'll tell you the same I go from being a music business failure to fame I straight bust into Sunday ma**es with ten Baptists Beat Catholics with sacks of communion crackers A great fascist, I spit deeper than Sage Francis Then hop in a circle of high rastas and say pa** it I'm mad Gothic, I punch gypsies and smack prophets With old pictures of Marilyn Manson and black lockets I'm that awkward, paint my nails with black markers And sacrifice pigeons with potions made out of hawk turds On altars I make with milk cartons I can bend over and ca**ate with spells farting While fantasizing about absolutely heinous scenes My dreams, I fantasize about the strangest things I fantasize about punches faces Fantasize about Caucasian atheist racists who hate Haitians I fantasize about kicking people down flights of stairs And pushing people off of moving trucks tied to chairs I fantasize about em lying there Fantasize about Halloween and all the small children I'll try and scare Dressed up like a giant bear, pa**ing out candy to only kids Dressed like jokers with the others screaming I ain't fair I fantasize about stealing vets I fantasize about dressing like a ninja sneaking in and k**ing pets From Rotts to Pit Bulls and f*ggot Poodles Then writing the ransoms for their bodies on magna doodles I'm straight spittin', knock you higher than space missions Then rip a rapper to shreds and litters like eight kittens Just for disrespecting, on a mission on which I'm destined To find the answers to all types of deep mystic questions Like why are you queer? Hop in a car and drive at you near Enough for our vehicles to give each other five with the mirrors Then punch you right in the chest as hard as I can Then watch you gasp while you crash with your heart in my hand You started it, that's what you get, easy as that Question and it's highly unlikely I'll leave you intact I used to battle, none of them MC's will be back They disappeared like W.M.D.s in Iraq And now I just rap for kicks it ain't even challenging Assa**ination for hire, you can pay me in halogenes I'm nuts. Still convinced that I'm Jesus' eighth cousin I'm battling nature, step to the trees and just straight bust it You like clubbing? While you and your crew are sipping on Hennies I'm out in the parking lot with new equipment and bennies And plastic explosives, so when the party's hitting sho nuff As soon as you shut the door and start your whip it blows up Wack rappers yearn to be me but they lack factors With their haphazard verses and speech and their caps backwards Hurting for beats so they hack Napster Come up with clever choruses and drop vocals on Aftermath masters Try to start their careers off with mixtapes They just fake like the so called mucous that causes queers coughs Drinking Smirnoffs and popping Crystal But you're artificial like the contents of Britney Spears bras I'll bite your whole album just to make it sicker I'm sicker than twenty fat ladies playing naked twister I'm sicker than booger-picking loud annoying kids at key club I'm sicker than sitting down on toilets with the seat up Yo, I'm fearless like militia minute-man men Leave a handprint right across Jackie Chan's chin I stand in ten foot pits naked covered with syrup While n***as pour buckets of African ants in You can't win, that task is impossible sorry Like driving after twenty gla**es and shots of Bacardi I'll smash in your living room crash Irv Gotti's Ferrari And ruin you and your crew's f*ggot Bath and Bodyworks party I know you have em, even though you're hard on your songs At night you kick it by campfires and all try to bond You sit around sniffing candles and march by a pond While I walk around on nude beaches in barbwire thongs I'm that raw, my pain threshold is real soothing I like eating sushi that's so fresh that it's still moving When asking this venue if I can rock they said fo sheezy But they stopped letting me battle cause I stalk whoever beats me I got problems with that, in fact I got problems with rap I got problems with big-headed MC's talking their crap Calling me out saying that you're the best I won't battle I'll grab your hair and shove your mouth into a hornets nest Thinking the Jokerr ain't bring it, go on and say that I'll beat ya to d**h with a sock screaming "Homey don't play that" It's like everyone thinks that they're the greatest but no one knows it And every one of you are afraid it's just no one shows it So let me give you some good advice rappers just listen Learn to carry yourselves humbly and brag when you spittin' Cause I'm a surgeon and I hurt faces I'll seal arrogant rappers mouth shut like Neo on the first Matrix That's why the Jokerr's here, to smoke and sear Then poke a spear of reality into you and evoke your fear I got the most powerful mind in existence I force you to feel my presence like blind kids at Christmas I'm sicker than AIDS, friendly like drunk groupies I'm more raw than sushi and stankin' like skunk booties With protest gross and just sick flows I kick a hundred bars so hard that I break both of my big toes I spend my Sunday mornings in Latter-Day Saint halls Wait for all the funny Mormons and cap em with paintballs