Aight man.

This Joka types his text in “red and blue”, but he sucks like a baby on a nipple/
If he only adds his skin color he would be the American flag but we all know this “Blood” is “CRIPple”/

You claim you hot, but homie i think its raining/
How ironic is it that a person with the devils number on their name, aint even flaming/

When im done with this fool, he gonna be the one dropping the bricks/
cause im gonna "ruffle" his rhymes, just so he can say he all that in a "bag of chips"/

The "jokers" will go wild, when i "deck" this fool and deliver the bomb blows/
This dude so ugly i mistaked his "head" for his "foot" cause he got plenty of "corn rows"/

When it comes to this battle rap, everyone knows i murder many/
Thats how i can "flip your own words" on you and let you Rest In "Peace" at "4:20"/ (he says "peace 4:20" all the time)