We Do It For Fun, Pt. 3

The sound is impeccable and me, myself, I am Unsurpassable Next year i'll be in your top five And i'm definitely not talking about MySpace Let's get it, Joker, okay Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee I be at the bank like, get this cash off me My car so new, but my money so old My grill iced out, so my barbecue's cold Three, two, one, 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 seventeen and I have an accountant You're seventeen, but you get an allowance When I see pussy, i'm pounding What else would you expect from Tha Joker, clowning Bankin' 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 salamander Joker, beats, locked up, cell three White girl, trunk stand, Marshall Mathers LP Even my haters, secretly they felt me Last name's West, there is 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 Boyz N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme Godfather delievery, Scarface mind Basically what I'm sayin', is I'm one of a kind If you thinkin' 'bout battling me, ya thinkin' bout dyin' Fakes, phonies, 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 cryin' 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 eatin' bitch, here's my cucumber Close your mouth, listen to me thunder I am a pirate, I'm throwing my plunder Black Pearl Gangsta', 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, cockin', blastin' I flip birds, Blue Jay Gymnastics Street cred test, I motherfuckin passed it At least twenty 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