(intro: Claymore)

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Claymore, muthafucka

Said get the fuck up out my face, get the fuck up out my face, said get the fuck up out my face

Said get the fuck up out my face, get the fuck up out my face, said get the fuck up out my—

(verse 1: Claymore)

I said bitch, get out my face, let me reorganise my thoughts

Contrary to what you say, I paid the cost to be the boss

You know that life ain’t always fair, you best prepare to take a loss

And there’s two sides on that coin, you can’t be scared to make the toss//

You can’t see this void in me, avoiding me’s advised

In the midst of all the things that torture me and boil me alive

The shit that thwart me disproportionately and force me to side

Which means that I done fucked up royally, stayed loyal to the lie//

This enslavement to my worldly ways, I thought that I should turn the page

“Why don’t you get a job, ****?” Man, that shit ain’t worth the pay

Bitch, that shit don’t even matter if I leave this earth today

And meet an early grave, in church, they pray I reach the pearly gates//

Thinking they could relate, estimate what it takes to be great

These **** be punching above their weight, ignoring the tale of the tape

I watch them **** lie in wait, I see the tails of the snakes

Bruh, you done already sealed your fate, you’ll be impaled on a stake//

And I’m knowing what’s at stake, so a **** be stressed ‘bout this shit

‘Cause ain’t a damn thing change in a minute, can I get some blessings out this bitch

‘Cause all this rhetoric and petty shit be testing my wits

Shit, I might have to kill a **** if he step on my kicks, shit//

(hook: Claymore [ad-libs: Claymore])

Get the fuck up out my face (x3) [Fuck out my face, bitch]

(verse 2: Claymore [ad-libs: Claymore])

‘Cause I get more bitches than money, spending all my money on bitches

That’s why my living is bummy, and a **** stay stuck in position

That’s how these bitches get money, all because they punching yo’ ticket

It gotta be money over bitches, shit, don’t fuck wit’ the system//

While the public is subject to cataclysmic condition

Making all these brothas to suffer and becoming innocent victims

Like bums that rummage through rubbish in dismal living conditions

This is the shit I can’t stomach, and I’m like, “bitch, is you kidding?”//

I’m ‘bout to create a New Order, ‘cause there’s no Joy in Division

Sorta like the lives of two little boys that’s born conjoined at the hip

I made some choices I could have avoided, you prolly rejoice that I’m slipping

And sinking deeper into this void, I’m hearing voices and shit//

Like I be thinking by myself as I be brushing my teeth

That I’m a dog-ass ****, so please stop fucking wit’ me

See, right there up on my waist is where I’m tucking my heat

And plus a **** got a burner stashed right under the seat//

‘Cause sometimes a **** wanna shoot the club up [club up]

And punch a **** in his face and watch his blood rush [blood rush]

And put this heat up to his kettle, watch him bubble up [bubble up]

See, this what happens when I let my demons run amok//

And plus, I feel my time is short, and I be outta fucks to give

And I think I need to invest my cash and buy a couple cribs

And then create a conglomerate, just to make it up out this shit

Up out this pit tryna swallow me, it’s gaping and bottomless

Like the feeling inside a bitch, but not elated astonishment

It’s a page out a novel, take off in space like a rocket ship//

Try to fade your accomplishments and the shit takes all your confidence

And now you’re, just a pariah, and you’re facing abolishment

I’m playing Devil’s Advocate, I’m Satan’s accomplice

You in the face of apocalypse, bitch, I’m making a promise//

(outro: Claymore)

To get rid of my old clothes, gotta cop some new gear

I know I prolly look familiar, but bitch, I’m new here

But my heart so cold, though, and I prolly shed few tears

Look, I ain’t tryna chase no bitch, but I need my hoes, though