Nib Oswald's video: The Jokerr feat Nib Oswald - Bringin It Raw

Throwback to Jokerr's 2013 Chaos Collab Competition: ___________________________________ I recommend you leave me alone, Cuz when I strike it could sting for years And bitch, I'd rather be feared than to be revered So bow down when the king appears And keep clear Cuz heads fly when Jokerr starts to swing his spear I'm like Gerard Butler in a fuckin' Spartan suit And the tip o' my black boot's 'bout to part them glutes Like, who you really tryin' to start with, dukes? I rhyme doper than you rappin' With my butt throwin' farts through flutes The greatest rapper ever is me I hike from Sea World to Bisbee And throw a stingray at you like a Frisbee I'll leave you lookin' tipsy Then cock back my fist and hit you so hard The impact will resonate through history You piss me off And quickly you'll get stonewalled I'm comin' at ya like the Indiana Jones ball Kickin' rhymes so heavy I keep breakin' my own jaw The Jokerr, Mr Grey, we told y'all (HOOK) We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw We be comin' with the Jokerr smile Jokerr hat, Jokerr style Never like you've seen him before (Don't be surprised if I crack your jaw) We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw Shutting it down Taking over when we comin' to town You'll be lucky if we're leaving at all We're bringin' it raw (NIB OSWALD) Best call your exorcist, shaman lady and demon druid My balls swing like a Newton’s Cradle of semen fluid A steamin’ sewer of pee, manure and gleamin’ cruor Leave you screamin’ in a cocoon of tape As I ream ya through it Lyrical jigsaw, causing disfigurement Satirical Nib Oswald bores through your ligaments Niggas, ignore your pigment Pick up a mic and gig with it Strychnine spit, the wickerman’s lit – it’s a predicament I’m blowing up like nuclear fusion expansure Propaganda you’re spewin’ is damn delusion of grandeur Confusion, misunderstanding Contusion, tumour or cancers Here dude, I’ll spit in a bag to give you tranfusion of stanzas Hear me roar, smearing morgue floors with more gore Than Mordor’s Orc warlord hoards in Saw IV Can’t rhyme ‘orange’ once I’ve torn the hinge from your jaw My talent is Rare, lyrics Well Done And still I’m bringing it Raw (HOOK) http://www.facebook.com/JokerrFB