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playboy the beast - eulogy (jokerr diss response) lyrics

[intro]
i know some jokerr fans saying they ain’t heard my name
but when i murder this lame, you’re bout to learn today
you f-cked up but you gon’ learn today, jo
you f-cked up but you gon’ learn today

[verse]
you’s an og clout chaser, the definition of tryhard
you in your feelings, bruce willis, you bout to die hard
king of the jungle, you just a gazelle in my yard
really want the beef? let’s start up the grill and i’m leaving you charred
i seen this p-ssy in crocs playing acoustic guitar
he’s charged up, he’s in his truck, 30 seconds to mars
plays on the stereo, mean mugging grannies, trynna be hard
but he’s a clown about as intimidating as bruno mars
dog i’m a cujo, you a poodle, i’ma sick you with these bars
it’s gon’ be brutal how i do you, i’ma send you to allah
knock your b-tch -ss out so you can finally reach the stars
there ain’t no coming back from this, you flat-lined, no cpr
now take that mask off, b-tch, let’s look behind the facade
dawg, you a crook and a fraud pretending to be a man of god
every time you try to sing, man, it’s like nails on a chalkboard
this your apocalypse now, ain’t talking harrison ford
i’m the underground king, you just a jester in my court
you a stain on the underground, a f-cking geni wart
always on somebody’s d-ck for attention, begging for it
told you karma was a b-tch so now i’m bout to pay it forward
too afraid to speak my name but now you gotta bite the bullet
cause your mouth keep writing checks knowing your -ss can’t afford it
i’m about to build a blade from out the flames the rings were forged
slaying everything that’s in my way, your life will never flourish
i’m chuck norris of this rap sh-t, dawg
could merk you with the hands, bars, or the ratchet, dawg
ain’t no gimmick, check my motherf-cking rap sheet, dawg
some cocoa b-tter for your knees, i know they ashy, dawg
remove his innards like a game of operation
i’m coming to shock the nation when i be ending his occupation
aithen needs to stop singing, b-tch, you ain’t clay aiken
come and try to run the fade, i’m caving his face into the pavement
all that remains is red & black paint stains and bone fragments
dissing me’s the most engagement that your page has had in ages
over-age and overrated, you ain’t never gon’ be famous
cause you been scamming artists outta features for years
plus 20k of blood money, just neglected the tears
took advantage of a grieving mother, money disappeared
you’s a greedy money-hungry motherf-cker, listen here
dawg, i put you on blast just looking out for my peers
and then ‘poof’ just like a genie, this f-cking clown, he appears
in my inbox h-lla p-ssed off and he’s drowning in tears
he wanna talk and sh-t but i ain’t got no time for this queer
you’re washed up, i pased you up and i think that it’s very clear
this nerd thinking he the sh-t cause he can play a flute and a trumpet
i’ll pull up and flip the table over “f-ck your tea and crumpets”
i come through with a p–per scooper, picking him up and then i dump him
i’ma burn this n-gga, fire marshall bill (let me show you something)
to this day, i have never heard a person say:
“go and play that jokerr album, this is bumping”
but you just bluffing, busting them shots at me? there’s gon’ be repercussions
you about to meet the reaper, go to sleep, my demons summoned
seeing my name is buzzing, trynna to diss me just to boost your numbers
i’ma k!ll you and still drop the hottest album of the summer
it’s time to hang it up and go back to being a plumber
when i see this c-cksucker, he get stone cold stunnered
where that bmf belt? i’m a bad motherf-cker
lock him in chains in the dungeon, he’ll get tortured, make him suffer
you been eating off of others, that’s your last free supper
no you didn’t give it out, but jo, you know i got your number
woke the beast up out his slumber, i’ma teach you to be humble
next diss, slow it down cause we ain’t trynna hear you mumble
you dropped the ball, i picked it up and scored a touchdown off your fumble
beavis, you don’t wanna b-tt-heads, you t-p for me bunghole
we can go many rounds, i’ma go gung ho
i just wanna fight but you a b-tch talking bout guns though
i got shooters on my team and if i tell em, they gon’ unload
jokerr fans like “oh my god, what the f-ck did he do?”
“jokerr’s stuck up a sh-t river with no paddles or canoe”
“started some sh-t with playboy the beast? that’s some sh-t you never do”
“and now it’s over, that’s a wrap, just close the curtains, man, he’s through”
now you know you was f-cking with the wrong one
i give you props though, you really showed some b-lls, son
so here’s a nice, shiny trophy for partic-p-ting
go and wipe them tears and make a status full of hatred
tel us how grateful we should be that you would bless us with your greatness
tell us ‘we ain’t on your level, we ain’t sh-t, we’ll never make it’
but if we pay a fee for your advice, and if we take it:
we might be as great as you if we keep sending f-cking payments
toe to toe and blow for blow, you want no beef with me, no
but you done started this sh-t, now you gon’ reap what you sow
rap-game grim reaper, b-tch, i’m keeping your soul
you try to stand with me, p-ssy, you know you getting k.o.’d
now what’s that tombstone say? “rest in peace to j.o” yo

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