[Intro: Clay Maskin] Yo open a muthaf**in window its hot in this b**h!!! [Verse 1: Clay Maskin] sh**ty rappers at the top Good rappers at the bottom Where is clay? At the bottom Print small make it hard to spot him But he toppin and shockin The ones plottin and jockin And pop poppin and stoppin The ones constantly talkin I'm Tommyhawkin these n***a Poppyco*kin lockin padlockin they jaws And infiltrating they b**hes and take taking they walls Applauds when i walk in Everybody shut up When I'm talking Yo I don't want to get disrespectful But if i feel disrespected imma grab you by the neck full And just pull Like trigger on gun metal n***a meet the devil In the middle of a bezel And wrestle I'm a rebel Get on my level Cuz where you at now n***a you just rectal You can just fade away and die that would be helpful But anyway n***a get a pencil Or any writing utensil I'm laying down bars that hit harder than a pistol You wish you Could grab hold of the pandemonium issue That I'm causin But instead you receive a boxes of tissue Cuz you sobbin As im lobbin Grenades into the mall where everyones shoppin Shoppin for a coffin I'm rotten, goblin, stalkin White b**hes workin late at the office often Black goblin Stalkin In the bushes In a toboggan Ill spilick-i-de-split yah noggin Noggin [HOOK 1: Clay Maskin] I'll split yo noggin I'll split yo noggin I'll split yo noggin If i don't split yo noggin, imma make sure your heart stoppin Imma split ya noggin Imma split ya noggin Imma split ya noggin If i don't split yo noggin, imma make sure the heart stoppin [Verse 2: Clay Maskin] I'm raw Uncooked no grilled sh** If time was human that would be some sh** i'd k** b**h But time ain't human so just feed a meal b**h With a side of rappers decapitated in a wrapper Ma** funerals The sickest n***a be the pastor I was once in a coffin But 4/20 fell on Easter so I got the rapture Puff, cough, coughin Whack sh** dropped off and i'm the product after Splatter Chatter Im radder than Kobe Climbin up the ladder and dunking Rim hanging teabag on the show B You n***as don't even know me 'im more low key then the talents of mimi Hangin from a shower rod Smokin weed and playin COD The block is hot So i swallowed the buds Like you mom did sam sam and blub uh de blub Yeah Yeah she did Yes Yes n***a [HOOK 2: Clay Maskin] You wanna split my noggin You wanna split my noggin You wanna split my noggin Cuz you feel that a lot of bullsh** i'm talkin (x2)