[Clive Burrows] Uh Type a flow to make your daughter cum So when her father come Running up with violence brung, wyling Give'em five to da chest just to silence'em Be quiet, now try and listen She tripping Im not the only one And she ain't the only one Just another victim Probably the 6th one, to tryna run From a yung n***a with a violent tongue Demonspit, scolding up these pair of lips, fryin lungs Golden sh** spitting jihadist Call me an audible terrorist Tearing through lands scary These records bury with no hearse Salt in your eyes, coffin is wide, the rhymes hurt Learnt from spec's Superb, the proverbs, since birth So absurd, the words slurred with girth Like church I serve the first f**ing purpose