Rumors lyrics

[Intro]
What? The Jokerr?
Man, he’s garbage!

[Verse 1: The Jokerr]
Yo, yo, you probably heard I’m a nerd
You probably heard that I talk more sh*t than a mouth full of turds
Living in my grandma’s house, in the ‘burbs
On a World of Warcraft account and emerge
Only when I gotta go and get a little more cash
I have my rich mom bail out my poor ass
While I sit around doing jack sh*t
And having everything given to me, free as a goddamn bird
They probably said I was a spoiled little punk
I avoid any conflict, like a damn monk
And I hideout, in my studio and talk junk
If I ever had a fight, I couldn't even throw a punch
The problem is I got my panties in a bunch
Cause I was shopping my demo when nobody gave a f*ck
So I started dissing rappers, and wanted to act up
Cause they’re all where I wanna be, and got what I want
Yo, well let me set sh*t clear
I work my ass off, even to get here
I bought my own house by saving up cash
And working at a bullsh*t ass job for six years
I built my own studio, up from the ground
And reinvested my property improve on the sound
And built the credit I needed to by the damn microphone
I’m explaining myself all while I’m smashing the queers
Ten more years, and I ain't slowing down
The J to the O, you know I been around
Even if you tryna hate, even if you wanna clown
You ain't taking away the fact that I’m stardom bound b*tch!
I paid dues, now I’m cashing my chips in
The self-made man, and I’m back with a vengeance
f*ck whatever rumor that you happen to mention
It doesn't even matter cause I got your attention, ha ha ha!
[Chorus 2x: Cryptic Wisdom]
It’s amazing to me, how the same people be
On the same di*k, saying the same sh*t, same sh*t
Rumors, got nothing but rumors

[Verse 2: Whiteout]
Y-y-y-y-you probably assume that I f*ck my fans
Cause they wanna reach out and touch my hand
What can I say so you understand?
You're luck just ran out shut up man!
I've been running a muck but I've been coming up man
So to sum it up something like the new jump man
I'm the new front man, no I don't front man
You don't wanna stand in my way when I come land
Behind my back you say I'm stuck up
But when I come around you shut the f*ck up
I guess you must think I'm arrogant
But please remind me why I should care again
In my mind I try to compare them sometimes I find I miss scaring them so they start hating on something they don't know
Won't say it to your face don't know, won't know, someone I know used to call me a rich kid
He was just jealous of the way I did business
Why can't I finish a sentence without you thinking I said that
And I did this?
I can remain an optimistic
That maybe some day you'll stop this sh*t
You are not going to get my attention
Cause you're not worth enough to mention
I've learned my lesson and you should too
These rumors are not a good look for you
Sooner or later they're looking at you for the answers
Go on and give them the truth. Do you feel stupid yet?
I bet you do, you come to my show, won't let you through
Cause there ain't no room for nonsense
Yeah you will lose I promise
[Chorus 2x: Cryptic Wisdom]

[Verse 3: Whitney Peyton]
I bet you heard I'm a b*tch
Cause I didn't tweet back now you're sitting there p*ssed
Bet you heard that I'm rich
Trust fund baby everything I want I get
And just cause I'm a chick, you assume that I get down with
Every dude you see me with and you keep insisting that I have a ghost writer cause it's kinda far fetched that I be this sick
(easy diss) Please eat di*ks, f*ck your couch, I'm a stuck up prick
In a f*cked up town. Want to spread that round? Cut that out
You don't know sh*t so shut your mouth
Truth is I barely do this, pay bills at the same time my landlords
A nuisance thinking I got dough to blow you're so clueless
How can I be rich when you steal my music?
And I spend my Friday nights at home all alone
With a beat, and i write, and you keep showing off
All your fancy ass clothes at the same time
Rapping in a cheap ass mic
Tell me, how's that work for you?
Should we all bow down now and adore you?
Well, maybe if you spread some bullsh*t around
Everyone will hate me and support you
Right, that's logic stop it
I work hard, spit hot sh*t constant
b*tch, I've earned everything that I have
So I ain't got time for no bucaca, I'm a freaking monster
You can, run and tell your mama
Get that, he said, she said, sh*t outta hear
We ain't got no time for foolish drama
[Outro: The Jokerr]
Yo, hahaha, it’s so funny
Cause the same people, spreading all this bullsh*t
Are the same ones stalking our Facebook pages
Ha, you can’t leave us alone can you?
I mean, if I suck so much?
Then why you like me so much?
f*ck it!

[Chorus 2x: Cryptic Wisdom]