The Jokerr - Permanent Enemy Lyrics
[Intro]Ha ha ha, thanks for the introductionSo Funk Volume fans, I can't rap, right? Well, I bet you the next one hundred and ten bars say otherwise!And let me start by showing you how to address somebody with less fans than fans than you![Verse 1]I'm about to eat and pleasantly shit out Shizzy sizzleAnd the little Niggy tickles, So I guess I did it for shits and gigglesYou found a way to elicit my rageAll your little short bus fans posting your bullshit diss on my pageSo you like to skateboard?I like to sit and think what I hate more, your stupid *****ing face, your lisp, or your braidsI'm sorry Shizzy, but I had to mentionWith that lisp, your whack ass could take first in the Special Rap OlympicsYou're uglier than Swizz's ass, go kiss in his cageYou two go together like Jarren Benton's dick and some AIDSWhy am I dissing you? Hey, I ain't too much of a prideful coward ***** to acknowledge some shit when it spraysFunk volume? More like punk volume!I been slapping them silly and they just sit and take it like *****es for days!Look at them shaking in the corner, sharing their body warmthWhile the almighty Hopsin sits and gets rich from his slavesI think it's funny that your fans think I'm not rawWhen everyone of y'all kissed my ass, DJ Hop sawBut he's a two face pretentious ***** pop dollWith Hopsin's hot sauce-covered ***** and lock jawLook at these punks trying to play dopeYou faggots are faker than a pack of drag queens on a parade floatIt's time to let you *****es know, I'm so "reel", I should be stuck to a fishing poleListen, this is punk volume![Hook]Hey, you can run, you can hide, but can't escape from the vibeI'm giving you punk volume!Look around and you'll see they're all living a lie, and I'm telling you whyYo, it's never gonna stop, on and on I'll goUntil the whole world hears it and they all will knowThat punk volume is going down in flames at the end of the nightAnd I'm telling you why![Verse 2]Yo, so Hopsin's the greatest rapper alive, right?I bet you if you scratch his black offYou'll probably get a 1999 bright blond hair, blue eye, white new guyWith five Spice Girls sitting next to Dr. Dre saying 'Hi', right?Let's put the facts together, he ain't a rapperHe's the worlds' biggest blackest Marshall Mathers swagger jacker everIt's *****ing sad but clever, every single thing he does, Eminem did ten years in the past and betterHe's just a big clone! Somebody took white contacts and stuck them on a slim shady dip coneAnd Eminem's own fans kids were just stoned enough for it to work, now he's dancing in the end-zoneLook at this leech ***** preaching against reeferWhile SwizZz, Jarren, and Dizzy Khalifa sit and get blownHits home doesn't it, *****? Go on and push meI got hours of audio that confirms you're a *****It's funny as ***** watching your fans trying to defend youAnd deny all the allegations I filed against youAnd you said it with your own words, 'I was like a brother'Who discovered your only loyal to those that benefit youI was there when you were broke and nourished youHelping you flourish, pursue your true purpose, encouraged and asserted youBut when it came time to go to bat for me, you jumped shipAnd gave me some cash and told me keep it on the hush tip, like what the *****, *****?Money can't erase the pain of your best friend punching you right in your *****ing face!And you only apologize when I turn the heat onAnd Dame's like, 'He's gone, let by-gones be peons!We're Funk Volume! We don't need him, ***** Jokerr, he mad!He just wants to use you to get fans he wishes he had!And what? I'm using you too? Pfft, that's some crazy shit!Remember when you couldn't pay your rent and I came and gave you it?Remember when you tossed your deal with Ruthless out the window?And all your little homies disappeared when you went broke?When everybody else left, me and SwizZz would still kick it"Duh Marcus, what the ***** you think? You're their meal ticket!You're more naive than a battered wifeYou think Dame would've given you a *****ing cent if you were half as nice?You think if you were just some dude he'd sacrificeHis time to help you get back your life? Ha ha ha! Right!Like when you met that good girl who was so fineKnew that you were a famous rapper but paid it no mind!You almost cried, Hop, don't lieRemember when you discovered she was sneaking off and smoking the whole time?And you *****ing stayed with her, like I said, no spineAnd she's nine years younger than you, bro, whoa, lines!And you're supposed to be a Christian? Shit!Don't be surprised if Jesus shows up and kicks your dickYou're a fraud! The lowest of the low kindYou sell your fans bullshit and they all sniff it like a coke line!If that's how you want it, bro, fine!I'll show you how far I'm willing to go with this shit in no time! This is punk volume![Hook][Verse 3]Hey yo, this last verse is for the fans, you idolize these mother *****ersYou're like putty in their porkish handsAnd first they do it for the love, 'til you fork 'em grandsThen they're like, "Eh, this works." ***** it abort the planYou wonder why your favorite rappers all start out dope?Then start to suck ass when they stepped in the corporate land?Cause when the money comes they toss integrity out the windowWhen you keep buying the shit and support the scam!But I'm a big haterYeah, I'm the bad guy for standing up and telling you they're selling you a fat lieThey hold up a turd and tell you it's gold and your ass buys!I tell you it's a turd and walk away with black eyes!You think I diss cause I'm upset?You think I diss cause I'm just a big hater and mad cause I ain't make it yet?Well, let me tell you something, all these dudes that you respectAre greedy cowards and only look at you as human checksI knew Hopsin before the fameI loved him like a brother and he *****ing hated Dame, So what made him change?The money that he says he's hatesHe turned over control of his company to a snake, now he can't escape!And you let him do it, you never told him noYou still buy the records, you still go to showsYou know it isn't right, you can feel it insideBut someone famous said it was, so you compromisedAnd you shoot the messenger cause all you think I do is hateAnd call me a ***** in clown makeup, while you chew the baitHuh, when all I did was give it to you straightAnd stood the ***** up to Dame when he threw his weightSo ask yourself, am I the nerdy queer?Who's just jealous Funk Volume had a perfect year?Or am I the only one who respects you enoughTo tell you all the truth, even if it hurts to hear![Outro: The Jokerr talking]Hopsin was like a brother to me, I would have done anything for himAnd when it came time to have my backHe took sides with the same person who was trying to destroy me because he makes Hopsin moneyHe used to stand against everything Funk Volume is doing nowBut he fell in love with the money and fame and now he sits there like a coward while you guys defend his bullshitWhen he said out of his own mouth he hates what Funk Volume has becomeBut there's too much money involved to walk away from itSo I why do I diss? I diss cause I don't look at you like a money bagI diss because unlike Hopsin, I look at you as intelligent individualsWho deserve to know the truth about the people you're supportingMy loyalty is to you and they're *****ing lying to you!And anybody lying to you has a permanent enemy in me!If you hate me for that, I don't know what to tell you!
