The Jookly Joh Story, Pt. 1

This right here is the original, hard copy
Half this poem was wrote while she gave him dome, sloppy
So listen
To me me telling my tale
I've got more rhymes with me
Than kids got letters to mail
At Christmas time
Take this first fistful of rhymes
And watch your perspective shift
Half a billion times
My mind
Is like a jungle
And I must be a monkey's uncle
With the amount of
Clowning around going down
Inside the undergrowth
"Tell me something I don't know."
Says you
And I say "give me just a second you know how I do"
You know my steez
Keep MCs on bent knees and all that
Sheez
My goal's to stack cheese
It always has been
All week these kids keeps testing me
Crest in me teeth keep me breath so freshily
My rhymes are deadily
Your rhymes mean diddly
The Rap game is like my job and y'all are kids to me
So listen carefully
And in the end you'll see
The Crown MC all along
Was jus' lil' old me
That's Jookly Joh (spelled with no "e")

But an aeich instead
My focus baking bread

I'm the type to ruin his whole life
In one night just to get nut
He ain't even want
Comes from looming feelings he's not good enough
Did I?
Did-i-di-die-do
Keep the story low key like the
La-li-liu-le-lo

Speaking to you now is Jookly Joh