Joan Lyrics & Tabs by Epiclloyd
Joan
guitar chords lyrics
Bro, double L-O, comin' back to flow again
So this fellow can exact some cold revenge
On this lady who attacks his home and fam
With harassment and eviction plans
It's another of these tales wanna make your bones shudder
Single father who's providing for himself and his daughter
Getting tossed to the curb cause he's short a few dollars
Mr. Green, let me gonna go ahead and make your day, brother
Lady, you won't like me, and that's my point precisely
So adjust your chops, put your teeth in and bite me
You'd bring a landfill to a standstill, you're so trailer trash
I'll dump you in the garbage out back of this 3 bedroom 2 bath
And them crusty-ass lips make me wanna throw up
Looks like you just ate a whole box of powdered donuts, yuck!
And now I can't help it, I gotta rippin' bitches addiction for shizza
And them crusty-ass lips make me wanna throw up
Looks like you just ate a whole box of powdered donuts, yuck!
And now I can't help it, I gotta rippin' bitches addiction for shizza
But damnit lady, you're stealing time from my chess game with the RZA
Fought bankruptcy, he fought for custody, fought through divorce and to get into recovery
And suddenly, he's faced with this drudgery
You're outmatched, you dumb bat, he's ready to scrap, you're just old and ugly
And other cats who are dads would act just like him
Cause it might have been them had their families threatened
And if it was me, ya tried to remove yours truly
I'd turn that motherfucking park into a Rambo movie
I don't bust gats, I don't clap nines
I'm strapped with Dis Rap lines that'll snap your spine
Chapter 9 coming at cha, Dis Raps action
Spittin' to give just one dude some satisfaction
I'm battling back for Skeletor who got ousted
Storming the castle and taking back his Snake Mountain
What's the big deal? His pops had to help him qualify
He's young and has a child, at least he didn't lie!
Here's a guy trying to put his life back on straight
You're lucky he didn't take his mobile home and drive away
So pull your own weeds, Joan, you ho
With your Barbara Bush looking orphan Annie granny fro
I hope my words haunt you and that you'll never forget
And they linger over your head like bad credit card debt
I'm no joke, but I'll have the last laugh on the grounds
So honk your nose, you old cow, cause you just got clowned!
Ehahahaha!
