Clockwork

Lyrics

[Commentary: Sesta] Yeah, boy! [Verse 1: Sesta] I ain't try the wine, you couldn't find a ride Sit it beside a mindset he kind of alike I'm fornicatin', asphyxiation With a bit of rope and gravitation If you really wanna help maybe whisper somethin' bit rank Give me five minutes and I'll finish in your fish tank (Uh) I just signed up for the Mars mission All your bars in the bar kissin' Very sweet, sugar sauce, yum! Bit soft, get lost Wasn't even diggin' the idiot that you bitten from Cool as an Aryan, class barbarian (Woo!) Anybody here who want it, buddy, I'll bury 'em Body ready but I ain't here though I am James Doakes, you a fuckin' weirdo I got the Abbott daughters caught in a boat I sent 'em back, everything was intact, and then their water broke [Scratches: ADFU] "Shitty" "Gritty" "Terrorize your city" "Shitty" "Gritty" "Keep the chickenheads gobblin'" "Shitty" "Gritty" "Terrorize your city" [Verse 2: Hons] Man, we back, goin' ham on this I'ma smoke these motherfuckers till we top the bill like cancer did That's [?] no hunt for Red October Daylight savings in our bank [?] straight melanomas Ranga rage when I sunburn you Comfortable in my own skin, don't fuck with furries here Or a purpose and I'ma share mine Make the competition fall back like Hawthorn's hairline G.E., we the genuine elitist Gentlemen in the bedroom, second comin' like I'm Jesus Funkoars, the name hold weight, you even lift, bro? I'm shittin' on these rappers, doin' squats all-day So wave the checkered flag as I cross the line You still stuck in first gear like a hipster's bike Ace of spades up my sleeve so I can deal the hand of death So far surpassed next level, we expansion sets [Verse 3: Trials] Yeah They need a laxative like Chris Brown needs to have an accident Importing my water and started practisin' Karate (Pow!), couldn't even fuckin' do pilates While balancin' a diet of Valium, chicken parmies And farmies to OxyContin, got my brain droppin' out my skull Serve it up with plain topping in a bowl (Yum) Come and go, bet I seen it before I pray to God but got a feeling that he's screenin' my calls (Hello?) That's your first mistake I put a razorblade in every single layer of your birthday cake (Surprise!) Then I bounce with the plague in a briefcase On my way to drop it in the middle of the freeway (Hello) Free paper, piff purple haze (You can feel the heat!) I could spit and the shit would still burn for days You got a Snapchat from New York fat cat (But what?) No question, the answer is DOTH [Commentary: Sesta & K21] Once again, that's a wrap my friends Two-thousand-and-fourteen G.E. mixtape over And just like we do We gotta end this on a posse track to kill all posse tracks All right, all right, all right, all right What we got? What we got? My main man Hons is gonna be settin' this off Followed by the entire crew Peace out my friends!