Everybody Wants It - The Jokerr

The is the real story, of two whack ass MCs

Clamoring for relevance

And me dissing the shit out of them!

Yo, I know exactly what the fuck you’re trying to do Cryptic

You fool no one, I do this shit

I started some shit with the sole intent to benefit you

Now it’s why you turn against me all over again, but would you

I tried to stage some beef for you to get your shine

For your little shock value video you intended but didn’t find

Instead you done bit the vine that fed you and in the blind

Rage lost your mind and crossed the forbidden line

You talkin about getting physical

The only physical you get is when the doctor is tickling your genitals

Don’t even talk of appearance

You look like an Oompa Loompa from the last Willy Wonka with earrings

You’re like the rap teletubby and your belly’s chubby

Bitches will dig your voice but laugh when they discover that you’re helly fugly

I know you bought the views pugsly, I ain’t even mad

I mean, well now I feel bad, here, come and hug me

Look at all the whack rappers trying to play Possum

Every, every, everybody wants it with The Jokerr now, awesome

Everybody wants a piece, what’s it gonna cost them

Mother, mother fuckers never seem to wanna exercise caution

Come on Cryptic, I ain’t trying to fight you, nigga you’re like 5'2″

You should put on a pair of green tights, and elf hat and read a haiku

You’re like Smeagle’s long-gone child

Getting drunk and lifting up your shirt on leprechauns gone wild

And now you’re trying to use my age against me, you must be crazy gimpy

Wisdom comes with age, maybe you’ll catch up to your name eventually

Cause as of now you ain’t that smart

Look at the little angry guppy trying to start shit with the fat shark

You might be David but I ain’t Goliath

And this ain’t gonna be some inspiring Eye of the tiger fight if you try it

Who exactly are you trying to make scared

When you look like I should win your little ass as a prize at the state fair

You’re fucking easy to diss, who let you leave the abyss

It’s even funny that you even exist

And it’s even funnier I’m making you furious

Look at the little angry Mexican midget trying to take himself serious, homie

Who exactly the fuck did you think you was talking about when you opened your

mouth

What were you hoping would sprout, why would you doubt what you both know I’m

about

Hard Target what the fuck are you doing rapping?

You look like a forty something ex-biker who just got through at Atkins

I can’t believe it, it’s the rapping Jesus

I ain’t never seen a whiter rapper, you should change your name to Casper’s

Penis

And quit rap before you get dissed in the worst way

Ain’t you got rehearsal for your next Easter Church play

You try injecting yourself into situations

That got nothing to do with you, desperate to win some patrons

From my fan base, well here, I’ll allow you to meet them

Cause even if you get their attention, you ain’t got the talent to keep them

I’ll leave your dreams torn

You couldn’t spit something sick if Cryptic Wisdom let you lick his butt clean

for him

Go start a fucking drum circle bum hippy

Then you and Cryptic go hug each other and tongue gently homie

Got this little, Gulliver’s Travels putian ass

Fuckin two foot ass gremlin rapper trying to diss me

And then a Jesse James ass 1965 haircut ass

Hippy rapper tries to jump in on the action

Nigga go donate your hair to cancer center or something, motherfucker

Don’t come around here trying starting shit, man

You should’ve known better, both of you guys should’ve known better.