[Intro]
A little under a week ago
A phone call took place between the Jokerr and Justus
Justus wanted to squash the beef between the two
So the Jokerr wouldn’t be afraid to appear and battle him
Live on stage at an event, of course, Justus would coordinate
Now Justus coordinates this event
It would follow, he would be the primary benefactor of
All monetary profits generated by the event
So in essence, he wants the Jokerr to come battle
And to put money in his pockets
I don’t think so

[Verse 1]
It finally happened, everyone was waiting for it
You like to cook the beef stew
But ain’t got the muscle to taste and pour it
You woke a sleepin' giant
Yeah I’m straight enormous
You can feel the ground shaking from me in my basement snoring There’s a reason my reputation proceeds me
It’s cuz I’m beastly, and I smash bitches like you easily
I might be cheesy, but Jokerr’s like Ouija
If you an emcee, and you can’t touch me
You can’t read me
I’m bout to place some power cords
Negate ya crowd reports
Start sniffin' out the wackest hater with the brownest drawers
The chicken’s always get to dissin' when the falcon soars
But I see right through you motherfuckers like shower doors
I out-weigh you, out-write you, out-think you
I out-spit you, and when I fart, I out-stink you
And guess what, I’m coming atchu you, and I’m finna catch you
I didn’t wanna smash you, but I guess I’m gonna have to
Cuz you don’t know where to draw the line
You just like to press buttons
Called you a chicken, said quit the bitching
But you kept clucking
Or put your money where your mouth is
And bet something
Your head is so fucking big
I hear your neck buckling
You’re not knowing me
I’m ready for anything you can throw at me
From on wax to spoken word poetry
On stage, off stage, guns, rocks, blaze pillars, grenades
You try to slander me socially
It doesn’t matter
Jokerr's the mad hatter
With a chocolate lab bladder
Pissin' on you fire hydrant ass rappers
I stop shit, I ain’t havin it
I could reach up to stop a helicopter rotor blade just by grabbing it
(Hah)
I ain’t loyal to friends? You just mad cuz nothing
You’ve written has been worthy to be bitten
Like foil to cringe the turmoil begins
But you couldn’t go toe-to-toe with me if we were Siamese twins
Joined at the shins

[Break]
Hehehe, oh man, what a line
What a line, what a line
You think this is a gimmick
You’re not with this corny gimmick shit
You’re fucking 30 years old
And still talkin about running up on people for sayin' shit
Like you need to defend your manhood or something (Heh)
Allow me to break down what’s really going on
Since nobody else wants to do it (Heh)
Listen

[Verse 2]
You wack as fuck, and can’t accept the Rap Career's
A bit impractical
You been by my homie’s Myspace page?
Shit is laughable
It’s cool you’ve been at it for twelve years
In fact it’s admirable
But all you got from it’s a drug habit and lack of capital
You’ve opened up for nationals, sold tickets, and packed bars
But A&Rs could show up and roll quicker than NASCAR
You don’t leave an impression, you don’t even leave a stench
You can stomp through powdered snow and not even leave prints
Now you might pick up a couple weak-spirited muthafuckas
Here and there
From your tenured appearances suckle hustle
But the real spitters ain’t feeling the crap you try and publish
Illest line's a mile of rubbish, with poorly designed covers
You’re a dime a dozen, punk, struggling rhyming puppet
Stuck up in a cloud of smug, and unable to rise above it
You front like you runnin' shit
But inside, you cry and covet
You’re the poster child for modern suburban cyber thuggin'
Justus, yeah I said your name, bitch
Do something bout it
I’ve been hunkered down in my bunker
But I’m bustin' out it, fuckin cowards
Random internet slander under the guise of honor
Actin' like you got something invested in Kavy’s involvement
It’s sad to acknowledge the Kavy beef cause it’s obvious
It ain’t about the beef, it’s my statue you got a problem with
I’m the rapper who leaves other rappers agasp and appalled
I’ll make you question if you should even be rapping at all
If I’m Eminem, you’re not even the Dirty Dozen
Just a thirty something, getting murdered by the nerdy youngin'
You payin' attention?
This is how you supposed to rhyme homie
You had a chance, 09, it’s Jokerr's time only
So put me up against a cheetah
I can sprint faster, threaten me
I’ll just collapse in intense laughter
I don’t flinch bastards
You can hit me with a wrecking ball
I wouldn’t move a thousandth of an inch backwards
I’m on to you
Plotting your little convoluted chronicle
Wanting the Jokerr to come play the Dope in your little carnival
Please, homie, real niggas recognize real
So when real spitters hear the Jokerr wreckin', they're like, "ill"
It ain’t jealous resentment
Just mutual shrugs and acknowledgment
We open the hand and pass love through the palm of it
You’re just bitter cause you ain’t make the club, you're an Alternate And now you got bigger problems than Obama’s economist
I called you out back in August
You didn’t respond to it
And now you request my presence
For you to make a dollar with? Fuck that
That’s a bunch of bullshit and I’m callin' it
"I know you won’t show up
You feel threatened", I ain’t gonna fall for it
Coming at me on some street shit, you can swallow it
All the niggas I know, know all the niggas you mobbin' with
The Source magazine party and club missed
Following Pete Through(?) around
Like a couple groupies stalking him
He told me about you two running up on his ass
Jockin' him like a couple fans
With his fam standing there watchin' it
So if you say it ain’t happen, you’re calling him a liar
Then in that case, you got an entire empire to brawl against
See you don’t wanna kick off the Arizona apocalypse
I never claimed to be Street
But everyone on my roster is
That’s why I see through your little brash, glass cockiness
Street Muthafuckas don’t need to talk
Cause they're walking it
But in the case of bitches like you, it’s just the opposite
You got a bigger mouth than a yawnin' hippopotamus
Talkin the "blah" to the Arizona beats populous
From a corner cubicle of your job's corporate offices
But all your talkin' yielded you an unintended consequence
A landmine was planted and you just stumbled onto 'em
So here’s your official decree, I recommend you honor it
Any rapper steppin' to Jokerr, murder and abolish them
Cuz this ain’t a gimmick, I ain’t fuckin' around
I ain’t some insecure producer dressed up as a clown
I ain’t some punk bitch who’s never felt the pain of the streets
I know exactly what I’m doing when I’m painting my cheeks
I’m painting the scars, painting the blood
Stitches and scabs, and some bitches like you
Claimin' I’m just a gimmick in plaid
But 'jokers' are all the people who you dissed and mistreated
You’re the reason the Jokerr exists, you just couldn’t see it

So where you at Justus
Haha, yeah
So where you at Justus
Hahahahahaha
Let’s hear it Justus, come on, come on
Where you at Justus
Give me your best shot!!!!!!!!!!