Artist: Tha Joker
Album:  We Do This For Fun (Mixtape)
Song:   We Do It For Fun Pt. 2
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Verse]
Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee
I be at the bank like get this cash me off me
My car so new, but my money so old
My grill iced out so my barbecues cold
3-2-1 blast off you bastards
Spaceship doors, my garage is NASA
Hedgehog game, I am much faster
You are a lizard, I am a raptor
When I hit the club or the stage I party hard
Witness hoes naked like everyday was Mardi Gras
See I'm 17 and I have an accountant
Your 17 but you get an allowance
When I see pussy... I'm pounding
What else would you expect from the joker? Clowning
Bacon over hear, what you want to drink honey
Blow stacks so it's like I give head to my money
I'm a studio geek, Urkel Ned Flanders
Car sits low, chameleon salmander
Joker beats, lock up sell 3
White girl trunk stand Marshall Mathers LP
Even my haters, secretly they felt me
Last name West, there's nothing you can tell me
I am super sexy in my black tee or my wife b
Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me
Let's be honest, who really wanna fight me
You can throw balls but I bet you won't strike me
Look into that future, see me in that Bentley
Check my bank account, don't I have plenty
My hoes won't fuck you, they're so stingy
I would acknowledge you, but I'm not friendly
Boys N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme
Godfather delievery, Scarface mind
Basically what I'm saying, is I'm one of a kind
If you thinking bout battling me, ya thinking bout dying
Fakes, phony, please stop trying
I parade my gangster, what are you implying
She can feel my bone all on her spine
Orgasm back spasms, she straight crying
I fuck with ladies, I won't even watch whores
Don't shake hands, cause you prolly didn't wash yours
This shit is easy, I could do it in my slumber
And I make so much money, I should have a pin number
Dumb and Dumber, where is your hunger
Veggie eating bitch, here's my cucumber
Close your mouth, listen to me thunder
I am a pirate, I'm throwing my plunder
Black Pearl gangster, south side legend
You gonna need a notebook for all these lessons
Teacher, preacher, deacon, reverend
Whole damn kenmore in my bezzle
I am the greatest there will ever be
Me to the rap game, is like fatback to peas
Chopper, semi, cocking, blasting
I flip birds, blue jay gymnastics
Street cred test, I motherfuckin past it
Atleast 20 grand in one of these elastics
I really don't like when haters throw sodium
I am the shit please pass the imodium
A-D, play me, you couldn't do it safely
I control the Roc, call me the new Jay-Z