Clippity Clip-it Eclipse

Sober minds relay sober thoughts I am stoned as hell, and this beat too hot So I'ma load my clips and take my shots And climb these bodies up to the top And I'll cast my eyes overseas, where its razed in snow Maybe villas up in the mountains that be paved in gold I still dunno how or when, that's for God to know I will talk to Satan sometimes, but I will keep my soul You know that I'm a killer so come kill me please Tired of walking round this planet on calloused feet Rather float with no purpose in ethereal seas That is after I'm done clappin ya grandmamas cheeks Dislocate her hips she be down for weeks Like a good dog sittin til I give it a treat Gnawed to the bone like Appetit Like Alpo in ya taco meat Trapped behind the arc, couldn't shoot it so I dished it Gave you motherfuckers an open lane but you missed it Shootin for the rim but you only fucking clipped it It's not okay to suck so don't try to be optimistic I slam dunk, I don't need a hit stick Always on the o-line, playing so defensive Never leave my pocket and my aim is so ridiculous Ring after ring, but my crew is never bitches Clippity clippity clips, all of your crew is a bitch .22, .308, 9; hollow at every tip Nobody fuckin with this, eyes in a permanent squint Burnin like a heater, millimeter, I cock it and spit Cottonmouth is a bitch, I need a water with this I been smokin way too many blunts and now I need to sit Can't remember what I spit, ya'll ain't ready for this shit Say a fucking prayer, Timmy Turner yeah, make a wish