Cp the don - Clockwork pt2 lyrics
[Cp the don - Clockwork pt2 lyrics]
Year 93 I was the aryan
Born kid morphed by morpheus
To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins
Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions
Get crazy obnoxious
Ruin more kids lives then parents divorcin
So bitch, fuk a bro fist ull get broke ribs
And ur throat slit for talkin bogus
Most kids irrelevant like morse code is
Im achillies bro, your the trojans
Im diggin in the crates, bumpin grave diggaz
Makin great figures cause
My skill is unmatched cuz u dumfags
Come too short like 8 fingaz no sticky doe
Sheet the sticky doe from 9 to 54
Jus to make some shitty dough to
Afford that sticky icky dro oh
Im spittin wicked frees on the sickest beats
Lyrically im a wilderbeast who
Feasts on weak emcees
And youll leave the scene with missin teeth
Slitten cheeks or 50 gs
Of force from a thunderbolt thatll leave
U fukin blown straight to smitherines
Cuz I got more artillery then the
Us militry plus the mobs
In sicily and the hidden bombs
In the middle east kid I live the dream
Roll like billy jean in
A presidential limosine
So I cudnt give a wee bit of a fuk
If ur little league midget
Team of silly queens
Ain't feelin me, rap game killing fields
Style really clean but I stay
More inces then hillbilly teens
Mm m get it straight
Cause gankaholics mixtape
Yo this shit's great, and all you big name
Artists that spit fake really love
The way the dick taste
And im in mid lane screamin
Fuk brs and fuk fags
Cuz I bust raps like my nut
Sack when it thrusts fast
Like a pump action gun blastin on
A dum slags butt crack
But fuk dat, I still rock a hitler mustache
Still got my cock in ur sisters funbags
And these slum rats die quick
When the gun blasts
Hunnid percent accuracy when my cum splashes
On yur chicks cunt flaps
Basically im the dude thats winnin
I get stupid drinkin booze and gin and
Losin focus the room is spinnin
Beer goggles turnin these putrid bitches
To the cutest women
Got me pukin shit in sum douchs kitchen
But I stay ruthless sinnin
Killin innocent civilians
By the millions like christina u feelin it?
Oh now u a nervous wreck
Think u deserve respect
Cause u poppin percocet leave
U hurt and shred i be wreckin with tecks but
U can hate all that
I got weapons and sets to
Make an a-bomb blast
Ill connect with a left leave
Ya face all smashed
I come swingin in sessions
Like a baseball bat
I be givin u lessons tryna change yall cats
Cuz not for a sec am I
Impressed with the way yall rap
Born kid morphed by morpheus
To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins
Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions
Get crazy obnoxious
Ruin more kids lives then parents divorcin
So bitch, fuk a bro fist ull get broke ribs
And ur throat slit for talkin bogus
Most kids irrelevant like morse code is
Im achillies bro, your the trojans
Im diggin in the crates, bumpin grave diggaz
Makin great figures cause
My skill is unmatched cuz u dumfags
Come too short like 8 fingaz no sticky doe
Sheet the sticky doe from 9 to 54
Jus to make some shitty dough to
Afford that sticky icky dro oh
Im spittin wicked frees on the sickest beats
Lyrically im a wilderbeast who
Feasts on weak emcees
And youll leave the scene with missin teeth
Slitten cheeks or 50 gs
Of force from a thunderbolt thatll leave
U fukin blown straight to smitherines
Cuz I got more artillery then the
Us militry plus the mobs
In sicily and the hidden bombs
In the middle east kid I live the dream
Roll like billy jean in
A presidential limosine
So I cudnt give a wee bit of a fuk
If ur little league midget
Team of silly queens
Ain't feelin me, rap game killing fields
Style really clean but I stay
More inces then hillbilly teens
Mm m get it straight
Cause gankaholics mixtape
Yo this shit's great, and all you big name
Artists that spit fake really love
The way the dick taste
And im in mid lane screamin
Fuk brs and fuk fags
Cuz I bust raps like my nut
Sack when it thrusts fast
Like a pump action gun blastin on
A dum slags butt crack
But fuk dat, I still rock a hitler mustache
Still got my cock in ur sisters funbags
And these slum rats die quick
When the gun blasts
Hunnid percent accuracy when my cum splashes
On yur chicks cunt flaps
Basically im the dude thats winnin
I get stupid drinkin booze and gin and
Losin focus the room is spinnin
Beer goggles turnin these putrid bitches
To the cutest women
Got me pukin shit in sum douchs kitchen
But I stay ruthless sinnin
Killin innocent civilians
By the millions like christina u feelin it?
Oh now u a nervous wreck
Think u deserve respect
Cause u poppin percocet leave
U hurt and shred i be wreckin with tecks but
U can hate all that
I got weapons and sets to
Make an a-bomb blast
Ill connect with a left leave
Ya face all smashed
I come swingin in sessions
Like a baseball bat
I be givin u lessons tryna change yall cats
Cuz not for a sec am I
Impressed with the way yall rap