89' Joker

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Shit Nicholson and me grinning silly in your gallery
Lawrence drop the Prince beat we're altering every tapestry
Basinger upper balcony Keaton probably on the scaffolding
Or perhaps gravelly blathering about his strategy

I'm with Tim Burton in the ocean we're learning how to boogie board
Devito dressed as the Penguin fucking with kids on the shore
Rum-ham suntan Batman beer run to the store
Got your Robin under hood and Alfred on the porch

Joe Chill got you ill in all the ways you behave
Shit kid you've been spending all your goddamn time in a cave
Got you dressing totally goth living like a moth
Bulletproof rodent rubber suit with nipples embossed
Action pack fanny pack painting black and around your waist
It's just a Swiss Army knife and a can of mace
Better hide in your cave no one knows it's your base
Check your Wayne Estates for Tommy Lee Jones with a fucked up face

Let me riddle you a little Jim Carrey in green
Pick your poison ivy Pfeiffer feline or Halle Berry
"Boy I wonder about the Man of Steel?" he's stranded at sea
Slumbering under a kryptonite blanket constantly weakening
As I reside on holiday in crystals in my Krypton home
Hip to cosmic shifts with Ziggy Stardust and Grace Jones
Grace Slick on the stereo white rabbit where did you go?
I met a Cheshire'd cat and I know a caterpillar that smokes

Check check on this mic I check
Check check on this mic I check
Check check on this mic I check
And when I flex on this mic I always come correct
Check check on this mic I check
Check check on this mic I check
Check check on this mic I flex
And when I wreck on this mic I always come correct

We're in the wind like a kite friend I'll catch you on another night
Cops can only gawk as we fly clean out of sight
My mare horse can morph if shit gets treacherous
Wings spawn from this Morgan as she transforms into a Pegasus
Long gone son see we're soaring over Blacktop
AKA Banksy I'll exit through the gift shop

Couple postcards a pencil and a soda pop
I've been plotting the crop and crafting beats to drop
Epic and laughable autobiographical treasures
Of molting from a Pheasant to graduating as a Kestrel
From a vernal flea-ridden Pup down at the kennel
To a full-grown Dire Wolf governing my own vessel

I've tiptoed on your tightropes without a pole or net
Turned your dollar bill into a pocket full of lint
I out ran a giant boulder jump clean over your fence
And I'm from the future that's why reference things in past tense

Producing sound waves in phase within a lyrical maze
I transmit from a labyrinth of transistors with a clever cliche
I'm relatively unfazed grateful in these days of the plague
Strap a map to my face and head straight into the fray

I know it's boring I'm sampling you snoring over my accordion
Drop a kick add a twist repeat the lead within the Dorian
This is creation of Adam shit Father of Dragons
With a lung full of hash and a mini keg in my abdomen
I pledge to bring my original beats and vast lyrical advantages
I got more special sauce than all the McDonald's sandwiches