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Clown Around
- Yeah I be spitin
- and clip clip in reload it
- and I shoot again rippin
- I be rhyming with heavy flows
- ain't nobody knows how about I turn it up
- you hit me again I'ma sit my cup
- you needa sit down
- and stop dacing like a clown
- you be runnin a muck
- an I don't really give a fuck
- turn that beat up
- But you don know my rhymes are my home
- ain't no garden gnome
- but I'm sharp when it comes to bars
- go ahead an lock me up cuz you try to be me
- but you can't succeed me
- for I am an eternity
- of life and pain
- an i have nothing to gain my raps help me sustain
- but my heart is a stain
- am i just disdain can i fit in a frame
- maybe gain some fame in this challenging game
- while we sit in the rain with nothing in our name
- cuz we jus plain an everyone is the same jus lame
- my minds aflame Sick in this evil trick
- bound by a prick feeding like a tick
- smash my head with a brick put out the flame with a flick
- stop poking me with a stick
- roasting toasting coasting
- maybe a vacation without boating or boasting
- You wont see me floating bloating or revolting
- but I hate this evil trick forced n my mind by a tick
- but hes a clown so stop messin around you fucking prick,
- just me and my bro no stealin flow
- the bars come and go an you already know
- Ima jane doe with a flamethrow
- and ima flame threw you
- and are you this new i wanna manson with a sick view
- An a sky thats big blue
- my bars they already flew through you,
- But maybe i was startin to think
- these bars stank
- but i am a lyrical thank tank and they have sang
- but when I was first here in my first year the thirst clear
- i wanted to be a rapper my lyrics just sing
- and they sang a little thang when I change
- my flame is to blame for this game is about fame
- and my lyrics are tame.
- Aint no one compare the haters jus stare
- but when i mess up they go blare
- an its jus not fair let me pay the fare
- if you truly dare and don care.
- I writin this snorin hope its not borin
- are you tourin it better not be stormin but we be floorin
- it going a hundred miles on all these tiles
- jus give me titles i don want rivals
- but ima hulk out on a whole crowd so loud
- an not bowed cuz im not downed,
- knocked down your thot cloud
- you around the whole town get hulked down
- don frown jus listen to the sound
- of me not playin around
- you in a gown an you so round
- go round my flow now into a slow bow
- to my sound the new one crowned
- the new one found
- but let me end this slowly with a bar that is coldly
- an you jus cant hold me for i am always lonely
- so stop clownin around or get clowned down
- for its the end of the round and you will be downed.
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