Joe Dirt Flow Video (MV)

Came in the game, too hard, no option
They don't know me, but I know that I'm top ten
Trash niggas killin' the game just like toxins
Gotta stay on your defense like we boxin
Eye for an eye yea we locked in Swear to God
If bro died, swear to god I'ma pop them
Green bean when they spot him, then they got him

Slime for a slime, swear to God, they not stoppin
Double back again if them niggas ain't droppin
Beyblade, shoot off the rip, momma sobbin
But let's get back to this rap shit
I hung it up, stopped hangin' in the trap bitch
Stay lowkey in the back like ad-libs
You niggas make no sense like mad libs
Well, I guess I'm confused

But you niggas lack soul, it's like you have no muse
Only pistols and pencils, them my favorite tools
This finna be the day, they finna rue let you tell it though
Whole time, you be wellin, Moe
You don't even know no fellas, Moe

You ain't never f*ckin' sell a O
These niggas B-Cappin, and I hear it
His bars are flat because they ain't got spirit
I go hard in the booth like a spear, bitch
Turn it up, turn it up, put it to your ear, bitch
We ain't in the bars, but they still givin' cheers, bitch

I go hard on the beat, Cavaliers, bitch
Too fast, too fast, don't crash when you steer this
Smokin' on pressure, got it from my peers, bitch
Pass her out to bro, I heard she was green, she a swoop, she on go
Can't touch her though, cause she the neighborhood ho

I came from the dirt like my first name was Joe
Man, I'm pullin' this rap game shit like a tow
I could get you trap or give you lyrical flow
Better know the price, nigga, you reap what you sow
Why the f*ck you pillow-talkin' that ho