P.T.B. - The Jokerr

Warning: all names, nicknames, monikers, or pseudonyms referenced in this track

do not refer to that of any actual individuals

Any resemblance of the names of actual individuals to the names referenced in

this track is unintentional

And entirely coincidental

So these bitches trying to take us all back to 2012

I’mma give em what they want, I got the hat, mini-bells

Plenty bars, plenty songs, plenty gats, plenty shells

Plenty plans, plenty back-up plans if any fail, plenty

Motherfuckers on my nuts just like the old days

Lemme catch a bitch in his civic, it’s gon' be road rage

Front hand, back hand, right, left, both ways

'Bout to be the Dr. Seuss of giving niggas cold fades

Everybody wanna rock with the top player

Wait a couple years and then talk when I’m not there

Acting like they got something against me all the sudden

When the last time I saw them, it was hand shakes and hugging

That’s that top tier bitch shit you can’t seem to quit with

How 'bout you take my name out your mouth and see if my dick fit

Speaking of which, I got a new name for yall

Soon as you cowards get to yapping your jaws, i’mma call you…

Pussy the Bitch

Gets to talking when they mention your name, yo

Pussy the Bitch

But he ain’t trying to say the shit to your face, no

Pussy the Bitch

If I had me a dollar for every time these

Motherfuckers manufacture the drama, I’d be paid, yo!

Pussy the Bitch

Y’all just mad cause I got what you want

You’re in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front

Now the alpha dog’s back, you can hop on my nuts

Cause I got — room — for — you — all!

Now this that horrorcore boom bap shit niggas don’t hear

How ever you want it, i’mma bring it nigga, no fear

You want me to chop?

Gimme the mic and I’m gonna rip it

Tell me to quit and I’ll tell you to get the fuck out of my motherfucking

business

People don’t even know what the fuck happened but they get passionate with the

hyper links

They’re loving the drama, they keep it going every time I come up and they like

to think-

That they’re getting up under my skin, and they are, but the problem with that

is I like the beef

I’ll take it and turn the motherfucker into a lullaby, put them all right to

sleep

I got the beats knocking on the block and they’re dumb hot

Two thirteens in the tundra, got the bumps locked

Oh they say they’re coming by my crib, that’s a dumb plot

Arizona boy, bitch, I’m living in a gun shop

But it’s all talk with these wack bitches

On the laptop non-stop like they cat fishing

They ain’t in the trap, niggas are just in the chat clicking

I’ll give em a smack instantly turning them back into…

Pussy the Bitch

Gets to talking when they mention your name, yo

Pussy the Bitch

But he ain’t trying to say the shit to your face, no

Pussy the Bitch

If I had me a dollar for every time these

Motherfuckers manufacture the drama, I’d be paid, yo!

Pussy the Bitch

Y’all just mad cause I got what you want

You’re in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front

Now the alpha dog’s back, you can hop on my nuts

Cause I got — room — for — you — all!

Here comes the screenshots, here comes the voice clips

Here comes the grown men all on they boys' dicks

Here comes the bullshit, here comes the rumors

Think what you want, pussy, cause i’mma keep it moving

Here comes the diss tracks, here comes the butt-hurt

Fat motherfuckers in they rooms in the suburbs

Here comes The Jokerr, Trail of Destruction

Oh well, here we go again, motherfuckers

Okay, I’m finally realising that my fan base stagnated

Took too long to drop and motherfuckers got a tad jaded

And now it’s «why'd you turn against me» on a vast scale

Day One’s flipping on me trying to see me crash, fail

And then the dam breaks, everybody wants a piece

Coming out the woods at ya boi with their fucking beefs

Acting like I did something to them cause I grew a bit

Stuck up in their hometowns still not doing shit

And I’m the bad guy now cause I made moves

Y’all couldn’t last a fucking day up in J’s shoes

Comfy ass living at your mom’s with your days jobs

Trying to judge me?

Nigga, fuck y’all gay wads

You can gather up your shit and go the hell home

Get the fuck up out and don’t let the door hit your tailbones

I’mma keep killing it till I’m well past well-known

'Bout to smash through the glass ceiling like a hail stone

Y’all are just mad

Cause you don’t have what I have

Y’all niggas gay

And you won’t do shit anyway

Y’all are just mad

Cause you don’t have what I have

Y’all niggas gay

And you won’t do shit anyway

Pussy the Bitch

Gets to talking when they mention your name, yo

Pussy the Bitch

But he ain’t trying to say the shit to your face, no

Pussy the Bitch

If I had me a dollar for every time these

Motherfuckers manufacture the drama, I’d be paid, yo!

Pussy the Bitch

Y’all just mad cause I got what you want

You’re in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front

Now the alpha dog’s back, you can hop on my nuts

Cause I got — room — for — you — all!

Y’all just mad cause I got what you want

You’re in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front

Now the alpha dog’s back, you can hop on my nuts

Cause I got — room — for — you — all!

Y’all just mad cause I got what you want

You’re in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front

Now the alpha dog’s back, you can hop on my nuts

Cause I got — room — for — you — all!

Y’all just mad cause I got what you want

You’re in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front

Now the alpha dog’s back, you can hop on my nuts

Cause I got — room — for — you — all!