My name is Joker, habitual smoker

I burn so many trees that I have splinters in my toaster

I need a bitch to stay below my waist like a holster

And then I sit my cup up on her booty like a coaster

I brag about my money so they're calling me a boaster

I holla' giddy up like I was on the Ponderosa

You say that you don't feel me, well come a little closer

I'll show you what a gangster look like, at least supposed to



My blunt is filled with very deadly weed, I call it Doom

My eyes stay low like a gay dude's in the mens bathroom (No Homo)

Do you marvel at my flow, or shiver at my genius?

You'd think of STDs from all the hickeys on my penis

We let the beat live, these other rappers are a bore

I kill so many tracks they recognize me at the morgue

Bought a 20 pack of Trojans on my last trip to the store

I did a show that night and had to go the next day to buy more



You can test me if you want, examination if you choose

But my Glock will leave your shirt looking like Dorothy's shoes

No little Dorothy, see home is a place that I can't go

After a couple puffs I'm somewhere over the rainbow



I have these hoes afraid to take a look into their mirror

Skeet somethin' on their faces that resembles Aloe Vera

Replied to the officer, "That's parsley on my seat"

We pass the blunts to one another like batons at a track meet

Exactly, I know just what you pee-ons are thinking

{Mississippi niggas ain't shit! }



I don't see haters like I'm blinking

My money keeps on growing while your fan base keeps shrinking

You wish you were a psychic so you could rap just what I'm thinking