This information is vital, look
Better grab your mortal kombat handbook
I am joker, aint no mortal jester,
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
I'm the king of blades bitch just call me kerrigan
My talent should take me places i've never been
But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
We in control, the people know i speak the truth
Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus
Cause i have the soul of a god and the body of a mortal
Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal
Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now
Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow
They call me the god of night and the king of days
Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
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