We Do It For Fun Pt. 1

My name is Joker, habitual smoker

I burn so many trees that I have splinters in my toaster

I need a bitch to stay below my waist like a holster

And then I sit my cup up on her booty like a coaster

I brag about my monies so they're calling me a boaster

I holler giddyup like I was on the Ponderosa

You say that you don't feel me, well, come a little closer

I'll show you what a gangster look like, at least supposed to

My blunt is filled with very deadly weed, I call it Doom

My eyes stay low like a gay dude's in the men's bathroom

Do you marvel at my flow or shiver at my genius?

You think of STDs from all the hickeys on my penis

You let the beat live, these other rappers are a bore

I kill so many tracks, they recognize me at the morgue

Bought a twenty pack of Trojans on my last trip to the store

I did a show that night and had to go the next day to buy more

You can test me if you want, examination if you choose

But my Glock will leave your shirt looking like Dorothy's shoes

No little Dorothy, see, home is a place that I can go

After a couple puffs, I'm somewhere over the rainbow

I have these hoes afraid to take a look into their mirror

Skeet something on their faces that resembles aloe vera

Reply to the officer, that's parsley on my seat

We pass the blunts to one another like batons at a track meet

Exactly, I know just what you peons are thinking

You simple **** ain't shit, I don't see haters like I'm blinking

My money keeps on growing while your fan base keeps shrinking

You wish you were a psychic so you can rap just what I'm thinking