Don't Try

Don't TryThe Jokerr

I'm getting sick of slapping motherfuckers with the facts
They know that if they try, they'll be crashing on their backs
Yet they stay persistent, everyday they're steady lying to themselves
What the fuck would made you think you could sell?
It's gets so awkward trying to tell them all to piss off and leave me alone
But I guess that's the price that you pay for living well and being known
They try to pull their little cards and get collabs
All because we knew each other way back in the distant past
But when you tell 'em no
Everybody wanna stress you out
Where the fuck where you on my come up? I can't respect you now
I'mma lay the lesson down, dog and you better be taking notes
Didn't need you then, I don't need you now, watch as I shake the globe
And I may be hater prone, oh no, but the more you have
The more you know you've got a product that's born to last
I'm bored of cats easily to think they compare
Until we serve em a taste of carnage and they get scared

You can't do it like I do it, so don't try
Take one look at the destruction and you'll know why
You like to tell me of the others but it don't fly
'Cause if it did then I wouldn't be me
You can't bring it like we bring it so don't try
But they still keep trying and I simply don't know why
Motherfuckers wish they could compare us but it don't fly, (bitch cause if they could) then we just wouldn't be we

Now I'm not sure why you would think that we are equals
I think my rap sheet speaks for itself faggot: read through
Steady getting gassed up man that shit is evil
Being lied to by your homies man them people ain't your people
If they were really your friends
They'd be honest and tell you that a vagina could let a queef out and sound better, but they keep on just downplaying it
And stay up in your ear with all that shit they know you wanna hear when really it's just giving you hope for something you hold so dear
But it's okay buddy; I've been there before
Let people try to fix the broken and they'll just injure it more
I stepped my game up to off dogs And came with that raw sauce
But really there's no hope for you dog you're a lost cause
(You can't)
Ride a beat as silky smooth and glide like me
Ain't got that filthy freaky flow that grit and grime like me
(Y-You can't)
Rhyme like me
In fact if you were half as good as this well shit
Then yo I wouldn't be me hahaha

Hahahahahahaha
Yeah, it's like nowadays
Every kid with a computer and Fruity Loops trying to be the next hot shit
Well let me tell you something 'bout myself

Yo, well I've been around the circuit when it comes to rhyming chumps
I've opened up for bullshit shows, written lines that stunk
And one time or another I rhymed in the mo' grimy clubs, with most violent thugs
So don't patronize me, punks
And I got a real short temper
So watch it with that cock eye
You give me the wrong vibe;
And you're waking up in my basement hogtied
It was like 37 passengers, (what happened?)
They all died
When I punched a city bus for going "pssh" when I walked by
So quit trying to be hard bitch, you ain't earned stripes
You record on a fucking used SL58 Shure Mic
And the laptop that your dad bought your poor ass
And then when you're done you get on World of Warcraft
And instigate nerd fights
That ain't a job, and isn't a hobby; it's a public annoyance
I mean I'd tell you to practice but you'll never get better you suck and it'd be pointless
Look at your fucking performances
Shitty ass mics, and just 2 fans?
The proof is in dat poontang
Bitch you can't

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