I recommend you leave me alone,
Cuz when I strike it could sting for years
And bitch, I'd rather be feared than to be revered
So bow down when the king appears 
And keep clear
Cuz heads fly when Jokerr starts to swing his spear

I'm like Gerard Butler in a fuckin' Spartan suit
And the tip o' my black boot's 'bout to part them glutes
Like, who you really tryin' to start with, dukes?
I rhyme doper than you rappin' 
With my butt throwin' farts through flutes

The greatest rapper ever is me 
I hike from Sea World to Bisbee
And throw a stingray at you like a Frisbee
I'll leave you lookin' tipsy
Then cock back my fist and hit you so hard 
The impact will resonate through history

You piss me off 
And quickly you'll get stonewalled
I'm comin' at ya like the Indiana Jones ball
Kickin' rhymes so heavy I keep breakin' my own jaw
The Jokerr, Mr Grey, we told y'all

(HOOK)
We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw
We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw
We be comin' with the Jokerr smile
Jokerr hat, Jokerr style
Never like you've seen him before
(Don't be surprised if I crack your jaw)
We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw
We're bringin' it raw, we're bringin' it raw
Shutting it down
Taking over when we comin' to town
You'll be lucky if we're leaving at all
We're bringin' it raw

(NIB OSWALD)
Best call your exorcist, shaman lady and demon druid 
My balls swing like a Newton’s Cradle of semen fluid
A steamin’ sewer of pee, manure and gleamin’ cruor
Leave you screamin’ in a cocoon of tape 
As I ream ya through it
Lyrical jigsaw, causing disfigurement
Satirical Nib Oswald bores through your ligaments
Niggas, ignore your pigment
Pick up a mic and gig with it
Strychnine spit, the wickerman’s lit – it’s a predicament

I’m blowing up like nuclear fusion expansure
Propaganda you’re spewin’ is damn delusion of grandeur
Confusion, misunderstanding
Contusion, tumour or cancers
Here dude, I’ll spit in a bag to give you tranfusion of stanzas
Hear me roar, smearing morgue floors with more gore
Than Mordor’s Orc warlord hoards in Saw IV
Can’t rhyme ‘orange’ once I’ve torn the hinge from your jaw
My talent is Rare, lyrics Well Done 
And still I’m bringing it Raw

(HOOK)

Bringin' It Raw (feat. Jokerr)

Nib Oswald