Tha Joker - We Do It For Fun Pt. 3.5 lyrics

At first I was okay, and then I was just straight Hit myspace and hoes fell in love with my face Upped my vocab and then ya boy got nasty Flow on overdrive, now these n***as can't pa** me Creme de la creme, who him? n***a him J-O-K-E-R is on top like a chim but No santa clause, we grinchin round here Even white hoods love me, no legend round here Messages on myspace like W could It's cause I always go off like ADT in the hood Yo flow shake but my flow is straight seizure I run a lot of sh** like nickel magnesia You should be high, Joker smokin like reefer But n***as sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia Room guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em Leave a n***a stankin like overexertion To all my haters... f** 'em, curse 'em I drop so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome Plus they try to steal from my book of rhymes Now see, that's straight p**y like the March Of Dimes It's obvious, like we all know Marsha fine f** the game missionary, I'm on top of mine If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed sale Trust no n***a like a heart broken female Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of beats Like my mutha f**in g mail b**h BYOTCH, money is nuthin Only reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling Joker's mediocre, everybody else is hotter Someone's in hell drinkin on a gla** of water Dope boy magic, kitchen harry potter I help move weight, title of an exwatter I'm on the grind just like dry humping raw n***a I'm surprised I havnt caught something Girls s** nonhesitation no delay Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on ebay Want the highest bider so I can get with her First well drink, and then I'll split her Then we do the do, hell yea I did her Now I'm done with her I'm a let JR hit her Then be a friend, introduce her to my boys.. She's gonna need an altoid Hit the club 17, plus my ID void Came home with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid J Cole tell 'em I ain't never been a busta If real was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha f**a I make so much money so savin ain't my plan And I blow so much cake that the candles don't stand Ice hang to my co*k, damn near at my leg So b**hes gotta bobsled just to give me head El Presedinto, dance for me why don't you Call the b**h my new car I left a lof of bills on her Awww skeet skeet I won't for saint pete I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak I got hoes on deck, I want want want And I f** it so much that I'm nonchalant Currency problem, money, mula Dollars make all hoes holla like booyah Shillings, doubloons, pounds, pesos No teardrops cause it's k**ers on my payroll I can smell p**y like I used to work at Catos Weave k** in packs, real boy wear a halo See we know that she goes, so no need for egos But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads Part two let the clip go and three is a reload I'm gone leave a stain on the game just like Cheetos So it's gone go my way like I was Carlito So fck what the plan say, I do me no veto I'm gone show my black a** like I was in speedos But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so I can school this rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm Leaps jumps, and bows all over the rest Last line no punchline, I AM THE BEST