Aka Clive Burrows - Rigamortis (REMIX) lyrics

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Aka Clive Burrows - Rigamortis (REMIX) lyrics

[CB] CB, you see me... Incognito, the wordplay lethal Feeble n***as been on my hitlist since evil been preached in cathedrals Believe him, a heathen Been breathin' firey secretion like demons Yall n***as sweetened like forbidden trees and steven in eden Im speaking in tongues Funky mouth, gingivitis, Flapping my gums I do it for fun, chum Silver-Tongued bum make the women cum So ahead, y'all yung ones sitting here worried about guns You better run, fast See the mask, metal Tremble, I resemble DOOM who looming right behind it Got the gold touch on the microphone like Midas Trident with the hydro-flow, Poseidon Embaressing make-shift stiffs with this late weightless spit sh** Quit or s** a dick Fairy n***as saying nothing, cause they scared of him (Who he? CB? not me, I dont know'em") Ripping thru your mental with the sytche of Grim Trifiling hoes want the pipe Cause she said im like twice of him, mad cause she liking it Out-swimming Frank Ocean dranking on some dirty Brooke Lynn potion Never foldin', Bars are golden Cause the flow is never going sour Me and specs f**ing radder, we the baddest Raddest trash bandits to ever go all organic So delisiouco my flows is mingled with Spanish Bonito Flakito, im legal, but so f**ing outlandish No guns but what i'll brandish will make your manship just vanish so can it, comprende? Dont panic, Im Zen so call me sensei Or Haruko, Waverly Wizardly Alex Russo, Tu gusto? Tambien me llamo clive burrows k**ing tracks thorough, FCL and The Secret Circle virtuoso Dilly Dally, me and sally Call that a daily double Mad must be you, I rap reverso, you want some trouble? Ya'll fruity pebble n***as is familiar to barney rubble Ya'll powderpuff pussies is sweet, rap name is bubbles Kick rocks, n***a withcha pissy puddle socks flip flops Real trip-hop puking dukie sh** up out your jukebox [Hook] What happens when you get a couple hoes and you throw'em in the freezer? she got Rigamortis