The Jokerr - Permanent Enemy lyrics
rate meSo 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!
I’m about to eat pleasantly shit out Sheezie Sizzle
and a little Nickie tickles
So I guess I did it for shits and giggles
You found a way to illicit my rage?
All your little short bus fans posting your bullshit on my page
So you like to skateboard?
I like to sit and think what I hate more
You stupid fucking face, you whisper your brains
I’m sorry Sizzy, but I had to mention
Without us, you whack ass could take verse in this special rap olympics
You ugly and you’re sweet as ass go kiss in his cage
You two go together like … and some haze
Why am I listening you?
Hey, I ain’t so much of a pride
for coward bitch doing knowledge shit when it sprays
Funk volume? More like punk volume!
I was flopping and silly and they just sit and take it like bitches for days!
Look at them shaking in the corner
Sharing their body warmth
Body almighty … and get rich from the slaves!
I think it’s funny that your fans think I’m not wrong
When everyone of you kiss my ass, DJ Hopsin
But he’s a two face potential pussy pop doll
With Hopsin and hot sauce …cock and nachos!
Look at these punks trying to play dope
You faggots are faker than a pack of drag queens on a parade
It’s time to let you bitches know!
I’m so real, I should be stuck for a vicious pole!
Listen, this is punk volume!
Chorus:
Hey, you can run, you can hide,
You can’t escape from the vibe
I’m giving you punk volume!
Look around and you’ll see they’re all living a lie
And I’m calling you why
And it’s never gonna stop, only on I’ll go
Until the whole world hears it
And you all will know
The punk volume is going down in flames at the end of the night
And I’m telling you why!
Yo, so Hopsin the greatest rapper alive, right?
I bet you if he scratches the black off
You’ll probably get a 1999 bright blond hair, blue white new guy
With five Spice Girls sitting next to Dr. Dree saying “hi”, right?
Just put the facts together!
He ain’t a rapper, he’s the worlds’ biggest blackest martial rapper …
It’s fucking sad and clever
Every single thing he does, Eminem did ten years in the past and better
He’s just a big coon! Somebody took white contracts
And stuck them on a slim shady dick coon!
And Eminem’s own fans kids were just stoned enough to…
Now we’re stashing in the in-zone
Look at this leech bitch preaching against
…and busy Kalifa saying get blown!
Get home does it, bitch go and push me
I got hours of audio that confirms you’re a pussy
It’s funny as fuck watching your fans trying to defend you
When deny all the allegations I file against you
And you said with your own words, “I was like a brother”
Who discovered your only loyal to those that benefit you
I was there when you was broke and nourished you
Helping you flourish, pursuing your true purpose, encouraged and asserted you
But when it came the time to go back for me
You gave me some cash, you told me keep it on the hush
But what a fuck, bitch?
Money can’t erase the pain of your best friend punching you right in your fucking face!
And you only apologize when I turn the heat on
And game’s like, “he’s gone, let by gone be peons!”
We’re Funk Volume! we don’t need the fuck Jokerr, he’s mad!
He just wants to use to get fans he wishes he had!
What? I’m using you too? That’s some crazy shit!
Remember when you couldn’t pay your rent and I came and gave it?
Remember when you tossed the… out the window?
And all your little homies disappeared?
When you went broke and everybody else left?
Me and my ..still kicking!
Damn, Marcus! What a fuck you think?
You’re the mail taker!
You’re more naïve than a ..wife
You think they wouldn’t give you a fucking cent if you were half as nice?
You think if you’re some dude he’d sacrifice his time, help you get back his life?
Ha ha ha! Right! Like when you met that good girl who was so fine
Knew that you were a famous rapper, but paid no mind!
You almost cried, huh? But don’t lie
Remembered when you discovered she was sneaking out and smoking the whole time?
And you fucking stayed with her, like I said, no spine
And she’s nine years younger than you, bro, oh lines!
And you’re supposed to be a Christian? Shit!
Don’t be surprised that Jesus shows up and hits your dick
You’re a fraud! The lowest of the lowest, con
You saw the fans bullshit, and they all sniffing like a coke line!
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!
Chorus:
Hey, you can run, you can hide,
You can’t escape from the vibe
I’m giving you punk volume!
Look around and you’ll see they’re all living a lie
And I’m calling you why
And it’s never gonna stop, only on I’ll go
Until the whole world hears it
And you all will know
The punk volume is going down in flames at the end of the night
Hey yo, and this last verse is for the fans
You idolize these mother fuckers
You’re like party in the poker’s hands
And first they do it for the love, till you..
Then they’re like, oh, this world is fucking and abort the plans!
You wonder why your favorite rappers all start out dope?
They start to suck ass when they stepped in the corporate land?
Cause when the money comes they toss integrity out the window
When you keep buying the shit and support the scam!
But I’m a big hater, yeah, I’m the bad guy
For standing up and telling you it’s selling out a fat line
They hold the pattern, tell you that’s gold and your ass buys!
I tell you what to turn, walk away with back eyes!
You think I dis cause I’m upset?
You think I do this cause I’m just a big hater
and mad cause I ain’t make a..?
Well, let me tell you something
All these dudes that you respect
Are pretty cowards and only look at you as human checks
I knew hustling before the fame
I loved him like a brother and he fucking hate the day
So what made him change?
The money that he says he’s hates
He turned over control of his company to a snake
Now he can’t escape!
And you let him do it, you never told him no
You still buy the records, you still go to shows
You know it isn’t right, you can feel it inside
But someone famous said it was, so you’re compromised
And you shoot the messenger cause all I think I do is hating
Call me a pussy, a clown, make me what you…
Huh, when all I did was give it to you straight
And still the fuck out today when he threw his way
So ask yourself, am I the nerdy queer?
Was just jealous Funk Volume, had a perfect year
Or am I the only one who respects you enough
To tell you all the truth, even if it hurts to hear!
Hopsin was like a brother to me
I would have done anything for him
And when it came time to have my back
He took sides with the same person who was trying to destroy me
Because he makes Hopsin money
He used to stand against everything Funk Volume is doing now
But he fell in love with the money and fame
And he sits there like a coward while you guys defend his bullshit
When he said out of his full mouth he hates what Funk Volume has become
But it’s too much money involved to walk away from it
So I why do I dis?
I dis cause I don’t look at you like a money bag
I dis because unlike Hopsin, I look at you as intelligent individuals
Who deserve to know the truth about the people you’re supporting
My loyalty is to you and they’re fucking 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!
