Known Killer - The Jokerr

Let’s start with the fact that you’ve never done a fuckin thing

You’re a fairly dope rapper and you can even kinda sing

I can tell that you’re passionate 'cause of all the things you bring

To the table, so I was sad when I called and you let it ring

You’ve done a couple contests and you got a couple looks

You sold a few features and, yeah, you’re fairly good with hooks

So when I see you do some self destructive shit like dissing J

I gotta say that shit’s just gay and I’ma throw your ass the book

You fuckin' eggplant shaped bitch, you know better

My tongues a fuckin soul shredder

I’ll sign your rap career’s death warrant with a quill and crow feather

I’m known better, I flow better, I’m livin' a life you dream of

And your whole marketing plan is just pickin' a fight with me, Dubbs?

Like, literally, three days ago, you sent me a song to check

That shit was straight crack, I told you it was dope, it was all respect

And like, three days later, you dissed me unprovoked?

Come on, Dennis

You really tryna have Jokerr break his foot off in it?

At first, I was angry, but then I picked me out a sad beat

I thought a moment, where would Dubbs be if he didn’t have me?

The only reason anybody knows who he is

Is 'cause he dissed me in my contest and I showed it to kids

And then wait, I put him on Till I Fall, Don’t Try, I’m Back

Where I’m Supposed to Be, I put this nigga on like nine tracks

And now he’s dissin' me when everything he do is marginal?

This bitch is like a Jokerr’s discography music barnacle

Remember way back when you wouldn’t change your stupid name, fool?

I would’ve respected that shit if you just would’ve remained cool

But now that you turned bitch, I’ma double down on it

You’re brand is straight hot trash, I’ll expound on it

Nothing you ever release is remarkable in the least bit

I keep tryna tell you, you gotta get off that cheap shit

You need to invest in yourself more than a couple dollars

You’re dope, but present yourself like a horrible fuckin' novice

I told you this shit multiple times, multiple conversations

I’m rollin' my eyes at you hoping that you’ll stop and change it

But every year, you keep dropping this mediocrity

It’s like you’re fuckin' incapable of doin' shit properly

Instead, you wait for me to move and then you copy me

That beta male shit you and your crew be doin' constantly

You’re better than that shit, Dennis, you gotta just stop

Go hard or go home, nigga, shit or get off of the pot

Stop with the cop outs and half committed shit you know you’re not 'bout

Like tryna step to me in a desperate plea to swap clout

I’m not the one and I know that you know I’m not the one

You’re like Andy in New Beginnings now, homie, drop the gun

It doesn’t have to end like this, you got family, think of your children

Your wife and your 30 fans, if you leave, the grievance will kill 'em

Don’t be selfish, Dubbs, I understand you’re broken and scared

Here, let me talk a little softer just to show you I care

You’ve been rapping for 20 years and haven’t made a half a cent from it

Maybe you like punishment on some sadomasochistic shit

I can picture you playin' this diss there at home in Michigan

Shaking naked and floggin' yourself to it while you’re listenin'

But regardless of your disposition, nigga, tisk tisk

You traded my friendship for some attention on some bitch shit

And you just dove a triple somersault into a shit pit

And you just showed your little son his father is a nitwit

And you just showed your son how to leave and just be a coward

And to turn your back on friends if expediency allows it

I’m feelin' bad thinkin' what kind of boy he’ll be

When dad taught him opportunity should be the compass of his loyalty

The sad part is I gave you more shine than anyone

You took my trust and shot that shit to pieces with a mini gun

And worst of all, what you showed me on top of you’re shady’s

You don’t believe in yourself enough not to betray me

When shit was going down, you could’ve came to my defense

While I’m being victimized by some crazy lying bitch

While I’m gettin' kicked around, talked about and called a thief

Instead of callin' me, the first thing you think is to start a beef?

That’s just fuckin' low, that’s fuckin' low as it goes

Can’t even fathom how that evil fuckin' notion arose

But your a shortsighted pussy in a broken abode

And you 'bout to watch from a distance while the Jokerr explodes

They drove me into the ground and raked me over the coals

But I got my orphans right behind me and they’re consoling my whoa’s

So you wanna take the side of psycho bitch and throw me a blow

To promote your album?

Then you’re a coward and you both can get mowed

You could’ve rode for a homie when he was low and alone

But the Devil dangled out a carrot and you sold him your soul

That’s why you’ll never fuckin' make it, Dubbs, open and closed

And then you apologized in private, bitch, choke on my chode

So here lies a sad man who we’re gathered here today for

A man who was lost and whose spirit we all should pray for

A man who was talented, could’ve been a great one

But every opportunity to grow he ran away from (Damn)

Who only stared at the dreams he never reached for

And spun his wheels, stuck in the sand there on the sea shore

Who could’ve helped a friend, but instead, he slammed the door shut

And died like a coward tryna take a fuckin' shortcut

I bet if he could talk to us, he’d say to not cry

Just make his life an example of what to not try

Riding the fence, turnin' on friends, biting the hand that feeds him

Throwin' niggas under buses for desperate and panicked reasons

The tail of Dennis «Dubbs» Warren makes me sort of cringe

He had a wife, a family, job, supportive friends

But how his story ends, it’s a bone chiller

He lost it all fuckin' around with a