We Do It For Fun Pt. 2

The sound is impeccable and me, myself, I am
Unsurpassable
Next year i'll be in your top five
And i'm definitely not talking about MySpace
Let's get it, Joker, okay

Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee
I be at the bank like, get this cash off me
My car so new, but my money so old
My grill iced out, so my barbecue's cold

Three, two, one, blast off, you bastards
Spaceship doors, my garage is NASA
Hedgehog game, I am much faster
You are a lizard, I am a raptor

When I hit the club or the stage, I party hard
Witness hoes naked like everyday was Mardi Gras
See I'm seventeen and I have an accountant
You're seventeen, but you get an allowance

When I see pussy, i'm pounding
What else would you expect from Tha Joker, clowning
Bankin' over hear, what you want to drink honey
Blow stacks, so it's like I give head to my money

I'm a studio geek, Urkel, Ned Flanders
Car sits low, chameleon salamander
Joker, beats, locked up, cell three
White girl, trunk stand, Marshall Mathers LP

Even my haters, secretly they felt me
Last name's West, there is nothing you can tell me
I am super sexy in my black tee, or my wife b
Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me

Let's be honest, who really wanna fight me
You can throw balls, but I bet you won't strike me
Look into that future, see me in that Bentley
Check my bank account, don't I have plenty

My hoes won't fuck you, they're so stingy
I would acknowledge you, but I'm not friendly
Boyz N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme
Godfather delievery, Scarface mind

Basically what I'm sayin', is I'm one of a kind
If you thinkin' 'bout battling me, ya thinkin' bout dyin'
Fakes, phonies, please, stop trying
I parade my gangster, what are you implying

She can feel my bone all on her spine
Orgasm back spasms, she straight cryin'
I fuck with ladies, I won't even watch whores
Don't shake hands, 'cause you prolly didn't wash yours

This shit is easy, I could do it in my slumber
And I make so much money, I should have a pin number
Dumb and Dumber, where is your hunger
Veggie eatin' bitch, here's my cucumber

Close your mouth, listen to me thunder
I am a pirate, I'm throwing my plunder
Black Pearl Gangsta', South Side legend
You gonna need a notebook for all these lessons

Teacher, preacher, deacon, reverend
Whole damn Kenmore in my bezzle
I am the greatest there will ever be
Me to the rap game, is like fatback to peas

Chopper, semi, cockin', blastin'
I flip birds, Blue Jay Gymnastics
Street cred test, I motherfuckin passed it
At least twenty grand in one of these elastics

I really don't like when haters throw sodium
I am the shit, please, pass the Imodium
A-D, play me, you couldn't do it safely
I control the Roc, call me the new Jay-Z



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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Jade Lavon Harris
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