We Do It For Fun Pt. 2

The sound is impeccable and me, myself, I am
 Unsurpassable
 Next year i'll be in your top five
 And i'm definitely not talking about MySpace
 Let's get it, Joker, okay
 Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee
 I be at the bank like, get this cash off me
 My car so new, but my money so old
 My grill iced out, so my barbecue's cold
 Three, two, one, blast off, you bastards
 Spaceship doors, my garage is NASA
 Hedgehog game, I am much faster
 You are a lizard, I am a raptor
 When I hit the club or the stage, I party hard
 Witness hoes naked like everyday was Mardi Gras
 See I'm seventeen and I have an accountant
 You're seventeen, but you get an allowance
 When I see pussy, i'm pounding
 What else would you expect from Tha Joker, clowning
 Bankin' over hear, what you want to drink honey
 Blow stacks, so it's like I give head to my money
 I'm a studio geek, Urkel, Ned Flanders
 Car sits low, chameleon salamander
 Joker, beats, locked up, cell three
 White girl, trunk stand, Marshall Mathers LP
 Even my haters, secretly they felt me
 Last name's West, there is nothing you can tell me
 I am super sexy in my black tee, or my wife b
 Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me
 Let's be honest, who really wanna fight me
 You can throw balls, but I bet you won't strike me
 Look into that future, see me in that Bentley
 Check my bank account, don't I have plenty
 My hoes won't fuck you, they're so stingy
 I would acknowledge you, but I'm not friendly
 Boyz N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme
 Godfather delievery, Scarface mind
 Basically what I'm sayin', is I'm one of a kind
 If you thinkin' 'bout battling me, ya thinkin' bout dyin'
 Fakes, phonies, please, stop trying
 I parade my gangster, what are you implying
 She can feel my bone all on her spine
 Orgasm back spasms, she straight cryin'
 I fuck with ladies, I won't even watch whores
 Don't shake hands, 'cause you prolly didn't wash yours
 This shit is easy, I could do it in my slumber
 And I make so much money, I should have a pin number
 Dumb and Dumber, where is your hunger
 Veggie eatin' bitch, here's my cucumber
 Close your mouth, listen to me thunder
 I am a pirate, I'm throwing my plunder
 Black Pearl Gangsta', South Side legend
 You gonna need a notebook for all these lessons
 Teacher, preacher, deacon, reverend
 Whole damn Kenmore in my bezzle
 I am the greatest there will ever be
 Me to the rap game, is like fatback to peas
 Chopper, semi, cockin', blastin'
 I flip birds, Blue Jay Gymnastics
 Street cred test, I motherfuckin passed it
 At least twenty grand in one of these elastics
 I really don't like when haters throw sodium
 I am the shit, please, pass the Imodium
 A-D, play me, you couldn't do it safely
 I control the Roc, call me the new Jay-Z