Jokers Rage
keepin it false on the sauce y'all
can't stop a bullet...gotta let that brother go
on a midnight train i'm going insane
2 bottles down and i can't feel the rain,the pain,and it's snowing cocaine
and it's wreckin my brain leavin jokers rage...
got paid other day, got laid in the shade, i went to the doctor...
now i got aids
but i'm saved hooray.
can anybody play? cause my rhymes are hittin like a whip to a slave
you may think that i'm ill but please don't front...
i'm just a lunatic drunk and a joker full of rage
say what punk? you ain't messing with a rookie...golden calf with the silver cookie
so give me that nookie before i really get shook
cause i'm the coochie crook...i wrote the book on the booty
still she's gettin to me
can't stop the joker...12 inch fury with the red hot poker...fire stoker
burning down your bed
i live in your head 24 hours a day cause i'm just a mad sex fiend and a joker full of rage
alarms and sirens...tempers flaring...blank staring...move your hide and put the money in the bag as the beat keeps blaring
red flagged and toe tagged...raw and ruthless...bulletholes and bloody rags
from the basket to the casket...trying to break inside the pearly gates
from the cradle to the grave...miswired maniac...joker full of rage
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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