Clan
• Written by kunta
Gotta Give the whitest Clue in the Clan
Oh, You, your onto nothing, then you squirt out red like a busted can
your ran down, ima stay in my position like the taliban
ima keep fighting like pakistan in kashmir
take on every power, i can scream it louder and more chowder
the competition i will devour, makin' yall cower as opposition
I would just run away in your position rather than responding and dissin'
no need to grip on like you on a mission, cause
I dont give a fuck about you funny niggas
back off of my shit before i pull the triggers
i WILL not consider backing down, like the soviets in winter
Kung Fu these asses like Master Splinter
Im a popular figure, if i have too ill cut off the tongue of these figures
cop them out in pictures, now they really cut apart
oh, im smart aint i?
tryna one away or try to start that car, before i stab your damn eye
if you wanna say goodbyye go home and say byebye
this shit is all a gamble, im putting thous down
yall think winning makes yall the biggest man 'round town
thinkin' your a legend when after yo ass been forgotten now
gotta commit, makes some vows now
im not gonna dance like some pow-wow
that bitty bitch one the giant now she getting some pound town
pay her afterwards, she got some bands now
hating me is hating God, planning all of his design
watch that sentence age like fine wine
catch the punchline yall duck-duck-goose swine.