We Do It for Fun Part 1

My name is Joker [okay]; habitual smoker [yeah] I burn so many trees, that I have splinters in my toaster. [ya dig! ] I need a bitch to stay below my waist like a holster; [stay low] And then I sit my cup up on her booty like a coaster I brag about my money so they're calling me a boaster. [yeah] I holler giddyup like I was on the Ponderosa. [get it girl! ] You say that you don't feel me, well come a little closer. [come here! ] I'll show you what a gangsta look like; at least supposed tah. [look at me] My blunt is filled with very deadly weed, I call it dro; My eyes, stay low like a gay dudes in the mens bathroom [no homo] Do you marvel at my flow, or shiver at my genius? [yes] You think of STD's from all the hickeys on my penis We let the beat live, these other rappers are a bore I kill so many tracks; they recognize me at the morgue. [that's him! ] Bought a 20 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. [balling] You can test me if you want, examination if you choose; But my Glock will leave your shirt, looking like Dorothy's shoes. [POP POP! ] No little Dorothy, see home is a place that I can't go. [Jackson, Mississippi] ... After a couple puffs, I'm somewhere over the rainbow I have these hoes afraid to take a look into there mirrors Skeet something on their faces that resembles aloe vera. [ah skeet skeet] Reply to the officer, that's parsley on my seat We pass the blunt to one another like batons at a track meet. [yeah] Exactly; I know just what you peons are thinking. [what's that] "Mississippi niggas ain't shit..." I don't see haters like I'm blinking. [yaa dig! ] My money keeps on growing, while your fan base keeps shrinking. [yeah! ] You wish you were a psychic, so you could rap just what I'm thinking