RiFF RAFF - Clockwork pt2 lyrics

[Verse 1: cp the don] Year 93 I was the aryan born kid morphed by morpheus To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions Get crazy obnoxious, ruin more kids lives then parents divorcin So b**h, fuk a bro fist ull get broke ribs and ur throat slit for talkin bogus Most kids irrelevant like morse code is Im achillies bro, your the trojans Im diggin in the crates, bumpin grave diggaz Makin great figures cause My sk** is unmatched cuz u dumf*gs come too short like 8 fingaz No sticky doe, sheet the sticky doe from 9 to 54 Jus to make some sh**ty dough to afford that sticky icky dro oh [Verse 2: cp the don] Im spittin wicked frees on the sickest beats Lyrically im a wilderbeast who feasts on weak emcees And youll leave the scene with missin teeth Slitten cheeks or 50 gs Of force from a thunderbolt thatll leave u fukin blown straight to smitherines Cuz I got more artillery then the us militry plus the mobs in sicily and the hidden bombs in the middle east Kid I live the dream, roll like billy jean in a presidential limosine So I cudnt give a wee bit of a fuk if ur little league midget team of silly queens Ain't feelin me, rap game k**ing fields, style really clean but I stay more inces then hillbilly teens Mm m get it straight cause gankaholics mixtape Yo this sh**s great, and all you big name Artists that spit fake really love the way the dick taste And im in mid lane screamin fuk brs and fuk f*gs Cuz I bust raps like my nut sack when it thrusts fast Like a pump action gun blastin on a dum slags bu*t crack But fuk dat, I still rock a hitler mustache Still got my co*k in ur sisters funbags And these slum rats die quick when the gun blasts Hunnid percent accuracy when my cum splashes on yur chicks c*nt flaps Basically im the dude thats winnin I get stupid drinkin booze and gin and Losin focus the room is spinnin Beer goggles turnin these putrid b**hes to the cutest women Got me pukin sh** in sum douchs kitchen But I stay ruthless sinnin, k**in innocent civilians By the millions like christina u feelin it? Oh now u a nervous wreck, think u deserve respect Cause u poppin percocet leave u hurt and shred I be wreckin with tecks but u can hate all that I got weapons and sets to make an a-bomb blast Ill connect with a left leave ya face all smashed I come swingin in sessions like a baseball bat I be givin u lessons tryna change yall cats Cuz not for a sec am I impressed with the way yall rap