Artist: Joe Mafia Album: This One Song: Jokes on U Typed by: Cno Evil [Joe Mafia] Yo, I dirty dance on tracks, anthrax on disc or wax High calibur's masks, cuz masterful black MC ultra, vulture's dominant, prominant Out of your hemisphere, with this here dog, and that's a promise I'm on some other type, nothing nice, chopping off heads And soundblocks, plus these juggernauts, straight out the box Stay flooding the block, something to watch Crab niggas fronting like they something of mine, sonnin' them, yo I done steam on the whole team like you done felt though Young guns busting four jingling you shelltoes Love to see me locked up, posed up in jail clothes Rotting in hell holes, oh hell no, lighting up dough By the palo, estro, rap performer, stock broke Mossberg, without a stock to you throat Damn Mafia dope, world premiere, I make this clear Ain't no games this year, yeah [Chorus: Joe Mafia w/ adlibs] The jokes on you, jack The jokes on you, jack The jokes on you, jack [Joe Mafia] Head banger, get a whiff of this through pen and witness Finesse it on flames and toss the testers You know the steeze, skin of they teeth, picking on cloverleafs Breathe easy, thoroughbread heads, from every borough that rep Bout that cheese, head or chest, bloody bubbles At the fresh fest with the intra tech, respect No doubt salute the vet, for doing this a decade stretch Then keep this longevity, melody legacies Bomb stealth, common wealth, the best kept But need a chef in Hell's kitchen, guilty, no contest Mob hat cats that keep your darts bent, four house flushing Black Russian ties bonified, VA the skyline Kid not, doing the bid, one strike, 25 to life Yeah, yeah, put on the map, and now I'm stuck here Rottweiler, survilist, no matter, how live it gets Heavy metal hand cock pop [Chorus w/ adlibs] [Joe Mafia] My pen bleeds from vets that held reps, respect The projects, young guns is coming up quick Gambling with life debts to pay off And ones that spray off, son'll be here, if you took a day off, man My eyes seen alot of drama I can't write That's why I keep it gangsta, despite, who got stripes Speedballing on the turnpike, twisting knobs back, relax This rap officer, we ain't trafficking packs Kool G. kaleidoscope, murder I wrote We CEO's, corporate dough in a Srow, it's like that yo You can't deny my glow, these cats kill me fronting, so, so The jokes on you, jack, swallow this pill, dog, it's real dog So blood gon' have to spill dog, that's how I feel dog Can't stop me, watch me, grimey, type slick with it Come on and get with me, City, I dare ya'll Get, get busy, even dats or gats, I show you where it's at With Maf, petty prop-prop, straight up out the melting pot You smell me, huh? You won't forget me not, guaranteed All eyes on me, I hope you got yourself, I got me, me [Chorus w/ adlibs]