Clockwork Massacre

Tryna beat the clock Duckin' stops Wreckin' plots Hundred shots (Hundred shots) Let 'em knock huh Back Run it back, yeah Make 'em mad Laugh yeah y'all make me laugh When I hear your raps okay I'm Chosen by Moses to go the wrong way Roses for these rodents that crawl the hall ways Face it, bitch you ain't shit Eat the pavement Tossin' all of my problems down in my basement fuck (Ha I'm in a Mercedes with no plate Yuh I'm lookin for the pearly gates) Tryna beat the clock Duckin' stops Wreckin' plots Hundred shots (Hundred shots) Let 'em knock huh Back Run it back, yeah Make 'em mad Laugh yeah y'all make me laugh When I hear your raps okay I'm Livin' in a man made matrix, bend backwards from shots of agents, yeah Vengin' the chapters that slash me half in this tragedy Grab my gun, stay tucked, get buck They say something, get fucked Head down low, they know that I Took the red pill and I ain't ever goin home Yuh, I ain't ever goin home Aye Watch me paint my thoughts with lead Let 'em rest Stop the spread yeah Take a breath and let the ego find it's death yeah Wait what you said, you think you fuckin' with my throne Watch your tone and shut your mouth before I put you in there ground Yeah I crave All these stains On my skin They give me grit So now I ride around town with the windows up Lights on dim, sleeves rolled up Down to the wire, brace my tires for the Barbwire sirens that spike my mind I Feed the pale fog in the rear, yeah See the black hearse in the mirror Will I pull the lever of the e-brakes or Hit 'em with a u-turn, only time will tell