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letra de the joker (eminem diss) - pacewon & mr. green

[verse 1]
a thug changes and love changes
and when i stand on my head the blood rages
to my dome, my first name’s jerome
and when i see slim i’mma c-ck back the chrome
i’m crazy, insane, ask me how i’m feelin
you know the deal’n, i’m chillin like matt dillon
crackin, go ahead ask me how i’m doin
you know i’m true and coolin like rick rubin
writin these off-the-wall raps just to smack mc’s
have ’em crashin into each other like the j-panese
kamikazes, full of hate like i’m a n-z-
and hitler sent me out on a mission to bomb your posse
i been plottin, i’mma find where em hidin
and put a freakin price on his head like bin laden
and then rob him, spray his face black with crylon
that’s that brick city bullsh-t that i’m on
don’t give him no freakin shoulder to cry on
or his freakin shoulder will be the shoulder you die on
he’s a pr-ck, and when it comes to that, man
i freakin hate him like the joker hate batman

[hook]
f-ck you
if you were right here i’d cut you
if i had a razor or switchblade i’d gut you
get michael jackson to touch you
get tiger woods to punt you
knock you into a hole and hush you
freakin’ act like you’re a tire and just bust you
wait till you’re busy and interrupt you
i’ve had it up 2 here like latifah, n-gga, so f-ck you

[verse 2]
what kinda sucker would diss his own mother?
the same freakin type that would diss his own brother
the same freakin type that would snitch his own friend out
come equipped from a l!ck and leave his men out
it makes sense now, i pull my pen out
n-ggas just lucky i ain’t pull a mac-10 out
start blastin’, catchin’ bodies and gaspin’
and skatin’ off out of the party like i’m in aspen
drivin home drunk full-speed without crashin
and any other reckless sh-t you can imagine
n-ggas bleed like us, i draw first blood
roll up on his b-tch like get her purse up
i’m hungry, thirsty, i been through wars
but i cut the compet-tion like them jitsu swords
so when it comes to what i’m doin’, f-ck what you will take
this is like the bloodsport and i’mma win the k-mite

[hook]

[verse 3]
who’s the rude dude with the ‘tude, is it you?
i heard you been in rehab, is it true?
cause that’s my little vision of you, is it screwed?
a vision where i take your spot, is it crude?
what freakin’ set you claim, is it blue?
the freakin’ hate you feel towards me, is it new?
these ‘fellas playin with rap to get some money
not care about who they cross, ‘fellas are funny
cause these fellas that they cross are still hungry
and schemin’ on kickin’ they heads in like rugby
so do yourself a favor before this gets ugly
load up a gat, come through my block and slug me
cause i’m about to snap and gas up the buggy
and drive up to homeboy house and hurt somebody
think about that when the waters get muddy
and if i get your -ss i’mma jam, it’s gettin bl–dy

[hook]

- pacewon mr green

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