作词 : J0KER
 作曲 : J0KER
Child, prodigy
May not describe the best of me
Mild, poverty
This must be the f***ing politics
Riots, canopy
Can illustrate psychology
You may not, wanna be
But this will always be your destiny
Might wanna be, a child prodigy
But prodigy always ends up being tragedy
Tragic endings gon’ be remembered
But that’s not what your parents they wanna see
They wanna see a grown-up young man, who is confident and all the things he can
For example, he can turn a fiesta into a 1965 Hoonigan
He can‘t use a kryptonite to terrify Clark Kent the superman
But actually he can dress up and pretend to be a clever man
But a clever man can’t open a can
A fake one will always call himself a stan
He thinks he can create a miracle but he can’t even write with a ball-point pen
Look at the blue sky, midnight, flying kite and the soul knight
Check out the blue fire, One Drive, Wi-Fi and the apple pie
Just feel the hard drive, flash drive, your vibe and my vibe
Look into your eyes, my eyes, we all tell the same lies
You’re not the Keanu Reeves, nor the John Wick, can’t make a hit in a single week
You’re not the batman, nor the Bruce Wayne, who can have two identities
You’re not a stan, nor Mathew&Mitchel, who can love and hate EMINEM
You’re just a clown who needs money and tired of saying: cheese!
Child, prodigy
May not describe the best of me
Mild, poverty
This must be the f***ing politics
Riots, canopy
Can illustrate psychology
You may not, wanna be
But this will always be your destiny
You aint no Mozart, you’re just a retard
You are a mother****ing unfixable and broken radar
Can’t sense any danger, be responsible for all those lives of your soldiers
Just let’em yelling Hoo-ah to deceive and encourage your rangers
Young dumb and broke, just like spit in my throat
I can’t spit it on road, so I keep in my soul
All of these is like a joke, from his tomb the comedian just woke!
Oh my god, somebody help, Mr. Rorschach is choking my throat!
Your enemy is my enemy, though he is still in academy
But the famous Eminem is not the enemy; he’ll shock cuz he’s on the same side of me
I got bros I got a family, ain’t like you who they left eventually
I’ll throw grenade on you when you’re low, and I’ll be like dead shot Floyd
What? You wanna be dead shot?
Better replace your m1911 with m16
Suit up with your bulletproof armor
And bring the SAW with you, oh, dope bro
Now you look like an army!
Better bring an arsenal, cuz that’s what you were told
If you wanna bring me down, you need to trade your souls
With the demon, cuz that’s what I was told
Fight the dragon, it’s dark and cold
The joker who laughs? No it’s the batman who laughs
Maybe steal cat woman’s love, love is what the joker he lacks
Exchange blood in your vine, he’s born back in time
Now there’re two joker but what’s real? who’s evil who’s kind?
All I know is we are similar so we combine
And now there’s the third joker he must be divine
Child, prodigy
May not describe the best of me
Mild, poverty
This must be the f***ing politics
Riots, canopy
Can illustrate psychology
You may not, wanna be
But this will always be your destiny