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show me how - the jokerr lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
yo, yo, you’re lookin’ at the real deal, b*tch– the alcatraz alpha dog
ain’t a thang if you’re wanting me to have it out wit’ y’all (h*ll naw)
but i’mma give you fair warning: i’m about the life
f*ck internet beef, i don’t even know how to type
but i do know how to write/right hook across your f*ckin’ jaw
while your toughest dawgs all watch me leave you tucked in awe
then laugh in my lair as you’re there and i duck the law
‘cause you called the cops when i knocked and your mother saw
just when you think sh*t is good, i’ll show up in you b*tches’ hood
i’m dumpin’ bags of nickels in fountains, wishin’ n*ggas would
i’m lookin’ for a reason to go off ‘cause i need relief
like “where the world is carmen san diego” but with me and beef!
you don’t even need to speak– be discreet!
i could even be asleep, please creep, come to my street and deep
f*ck, drop me a pin; i’m gettin’ lonely now
you told me you was gon’ shut me down, well, show me how
[chorus]
show me how, show me how, muh’f*cka
i’ll be waitin’ right here, right here, muh’f*cka, i dare ya
all i hear is talk, talk, talkin’ galore
b*tch, i’ll be right here, waitin’ for the knock on my door; show me how
show me how, show me how you gon’ pull it off
all that bully talk, but you really soft– do it, i dare ya
i wanna see you do exactly what you typin’
you said that sh*t; make it come to life then, b*tch– show me how

[verse 2]
yo, show me how the f*ck you backin’ all that garbage up
r*t*rded f*ck, all you’re backin’ up’s a city garbage truck
but i wish you all the luck– in fact, i’ll help you come and get it;
what’s your closest major airport? i’ll book you a one*way ticket!
how many of your homies rollin’ wit’ ya?
i’ll cover your lodging, incidentals, and send a limo to go and get ya
bring your girl, that dumb stephanie c*nt, her and her friends
i’ll even have whatever weapons you want couriered in
stop talkin’ ‘bout what you gonna do, and do it, b*tch
i want all of the smoke, i’m talkin’ mount vesuvius
pull out the uzi clips, pull up to my house and shoot them sh*ts
do it this friday; i’ll be on the stoop wit’ cube and chris
you against me’ll be tragic as it’s always been
the harlequin, watchin’ y’all yappin’ at the jaws again
i’m followin’ facebook, instagram, all of it
i’m watchin’ all of your hootin’ and hollerin’; the problem is, you gotta
show me how
[chorus]
show me how, show me how, muh’f*cka
i’ll be waitin’ right here, right here, muh’f*cka, i dare ya
all i hear is talk, talk, talkin’ galore
b*tch, i’ll be right here, waitin’ for the knock on my door; show me how
show me how, show me how you gon’ pull it off
all that bully talk, but you really soft– do it, i dare ya
i wanna see you do exactly what you typin’
you said that sh*t; make it come to life then, b*tch– show me how

[verse 3]
look, so hit me wit’ your best shot and don’t hold back a tiny bit
i’m tryna get my whole skull cracked and heiny kicked
i want you jumpin’ me while there’s some little girl screamin’
like 8 mile, b*tch; gimme that free world treatment
and when you do it, bring extra friends; you know people
i want the work like mexicans at home depot
gimme the ol’ debo– pull up and run the fade
do i want the business? b*tch, are clouds that make thunder grey?
i want the fade and whatever else you b*tches think
dox me, n*gga, swat me, hit me with the kitchen sink
post my whole home address, my state, my city, street
real name, criminal record, hit me with them wikileaks
b*tch, drop a song, drop an album, b*tch, i’ll give you beats
either that or go home, shut the f*ck up and sip some bleach
f*ckin’ sticky sweet, but you talking mad tough
help me make it all add up you fat f*ck– show me how

- the jokerr lyrics

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