Clowned

these right wing rappers put the tory up in auditory story aint kickin, like diadora's in a mortuary sorta scary, rack it up up like more the merry speed up in ya boat but ya movin like the morning ferry everything is ship shape, man a shift shapes not out to dictate, reigning terror pon a shape shifter about the game, you in the market like a tape sifter tryna talk shop but you ain't nothin but a bait grifter this the pre millennium hunger you experiencing, live up in the flesh, the biggest energy we feedin em 3 star michelin biz,the d in delicacy the efficacy with wich they kicking game we ain't believe em these 2 breeders is too quick to spit the rubbish my 2 bar beligerence resulted in kicking buckets i'm dishing nuggets but they too chicken to really listen turds thats been covered in glitter still seem to listen listen sound, this is some shit that's rarely found you runnin round like foul thats barely hit the ground i'm inna sound, you in a pound filled with clowns you getting clowned for all ya ponds seemingly prepared. the blag ain't runnin cah the swag is seethru i was tryna work but i ain't heard ya stories or ya people we got receipts by the by the bucket load, ya undersold, misunderstood ya state of being, we just went to gold i'm more of a talker than a stalker i walk the walk but still a porker i'm in a benz you in a market for corsa kinda sorta: you got the bag cos u a porter pour the wine out, we dining for the foreseeable, shit up on the menu, yeah we eating inconceivable, you sweatin on receivables legacy unachievable, tellin me we should work unbelievably unbelievable p been know to be leavin em all hangin even ya top rated slated to fall, clangin, shit i been over worked but work ain't a damn thing k- lab on the damn track the package is that bangin