Lyrics:

[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 Joker wouldn’t be afraid to appear and battle him live on the stage at an event
Of course Justus would coordinate
Now Justus coordinates this event
And to follow he would be the primary benefactor of all monetary profits generated by the event
So in essence, he wants the joker to come battle and ti put money in his pockets
I don’t think so

[Verse 1]
It finally happened, everyone was waitin for it, you like to cook the beef stew
But ain’t got the mustle to taste and pour it
You woke a sleepin giant
Yeah I’m straight enormous you can feel the ground shakin 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 ouiji
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 at 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 bitchin
But you kept cluckin
Or put your money where your mouth is
And bet something your head is so fucking big
I hear your neck bucklin
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
Jokers the mad hatter
With a chocolate lab bladder
Pissin on you fire hydrant ass rapper’s
I stop shit
I ain’t havin it
I could reach up to stop a helicopter roter blade just by grabbing it ha
I ain’t loyal to friends you just mad cuz nothing
You’ve writtens been worthy to be bitten like foiled and cringe the turmoil begins, but you couldn’t go toe to toe with me if we were Siamese twins
Joined at the shins

[Break]
Hehehehe, 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 runnin 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 careers a bit impractical
You bit 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, old ticket’s, and packed bars
But A&R’s showed up and rolled 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 feeli the crap you try and publish
Illest lines a mile of rubbish
With poorly designed covers
You’re a dime a dozen, punk, struggling rhytm 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 huggin down in my bunker
But I’m bustin out if, 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 cuz it’s obivious
It ain’t about the beef
It’s my statue you got a problem with
I’m the rapper who leaves other rappers in gasp and appalled I’ll make you question if you should even be rappin 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 jokerrs time only
So put me up against the cheetah
I can sprint faster threaten me
I’ll just collapse in a tensed laughter
I don’t flinch bastards
You can hit me with a wreckin ball
I wouldn’t move a thousandth of an inch backwards
I’m on to you
Plottin your little convoluted chronicle
Wantin 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 like I’ll
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 cuz you ain’t make the club
You an alderman, 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 gone with it
I know you won’t show up
You feel threatened
I ain’t gon fall for it comin 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 throw him around
Like a couple groupies stalkin him
He told me bout you two runnin up on his ass
Jockin him like a couple fans, with his fam standin there watchin it
So if you say it ain’t happen
You’re callin 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
Bu everyone on my roster is
That’s why I see through your little brash
Glass cockiness street muthafuckas don’t need to talk
Cuz there walikin it
But in the case of bitches like you
It’s just the opposite
You got a bigger mouth than a yardie hippopotamus
Talkin the bla to the Arizona beats populence from a corner cubicle of your jobs 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, 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 doin when I’m paintin my cheeks
I’m paintin the scars
Paintin the blood
Stitches and scabs, and bitches like you
Claimin I’m just a gimmick and plague
But jokerrs 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!!!!!!!!!!