Joke Rappers ft. UnoDeuce Lyrics

Put one in the air for the people that said

I gotta stick to funny rap or my career'll be dead

Put two in the air for the people that stated

I gotta be more serious or else the real ones'll hate it

Put three in the air for the ones that ain't dissin

Because they think I'm fuckin' around and never gon' listen

And put four in the air cause I just fuckin said it

And if you're one, two, or three then lemme call you a medic

I make the music I want, and fuck you if you wanna weigh in

Without me asking for something that don't matter

I got bars that are tighter, and I got pockets that's fatter

I got a bitch with some cake, I'm just sayin she's badder

And I'll just keep it a buck, I support local rappers

But when you sound like some ass

I pray your dreams gettin shattered

You got some nerve just to step to the mic

Let alone put the shit out

Say it's fire and I'mma put the shit out

Not a person on the earth want another hook from your mouth

Unless it's from my fishing pole

Gettin cooked like a trout

On the reel I'mma outskill rappers 'fore I kill rappers

Still hoping for a deal putting out some real trash

I hear that shit that your putting out and now I feel that

I wish I got my ear bitten off like Holyfield

You sound like a fucking doofus

Music sound like I got roofied

Passed out, fell asleep off the booze

Hit the snooze fore the chorus came in, felt like the news

Came to life and made me slumber

'Fore I kicked off both the shoes

You fucking goofballs pushing cue balls up at the pool hall

Whole time I'm graduating school, dropping new songs

Who the fuck you know got a salary and an IRA

And still got the time to tell all you fools off

Yeah, you know I only smoke the goat pack

Other rappers better tending to their coat rack

Yeah, UnoDeuce ain't no joke rapper

If I was then how the fuck I always smoke rappers

I like my rappers medium rare

You ask for honesty in rap

You want a song have some substance

Sick of hearing all these pacifists go on 'bout how they thuggin

And I get it I agree

But I can't stop myself from wondering

You want honesty in rap then why you rapping about fucking

My man I've seen the girls that you were with the other day

A bad bitch to you to me is big boned and butterfaced

You on some Mr. Fantastic shit

Just tryna hug her waist

Sausage fingers, she can only write her name in uppercase, bro

You say you keep your best shit in the vault

Thirty tracks of mid later it must be still in the vault

Another week, another verse 'bout how you killing 'em all

You probably staring in the mirror while you spilling your balls

You're getting sonned by a really bad rapper

With a dick so long I sometimes use it as a back scratcher

And if you think I ever cared about you past the music

I could kick you in the throat and it'd be fucking therapeutic

Fuckin' on your bitch I had her swinging from my nuts

Fucked your sister and yo mama yeah I fucked a lot of sluts

Gotta hand it to your granny she can chug a lot of nut

Left her sticky pissed me off she left a hickey on my gut

StewnoDeuce they call us joke rappers

But if it's jokes then how the fuck we always smoke rappers