Lyrics:
don't play bold
'Cause if you see me black the star I got total control
Comin' through with the Sick yeah we click click click
Me and my partner Jack
your role ease back up don't play bold
Cause if you see me black the star I got total control
Comin' through with the Sick yeah we click click click
through the dry wall
Call nobody total recall
I'm upset
Break yo neck
For the fucks
What a set
Run it back
Money check
Black lungs
Murder set
NPCs
Murder
event in history
Fighting for the title are
A hundred different faces
Some of us are great at this
And some of us are failures
Some are total strangers
the lack of capital's no obstacle
To lasso up a giant screen from Costco
Maximize the real estate
Bask in the refresh rate
Surround sound that astounds
giving starstruck
Click, click pose and pose I need a good shot
Back on my bully (Oh yeah)
It's giving Mac Truck
Lookin' in the mirror (Oh yeah)
It's
tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long faced murderer's the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire for hire with total rapid
Who tryna play i came to violate Annihilate
Anything in my way
Raise the crime rate
Turn a blind eye
Go in my estate
I gotta sip on sum yak
Insomnia
rates
The poem's perfection question 2
Rates it's importance
And once these questions have been answered
Determining the poem's greatness
Becomes
Police siren
Camera; click click click click
Wow, young silk
Boy out done yourself to this time!
Why you back on slim?
Spread your arm wide
And pin
[Chorus]
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine
And we about
need that p off of your clicks on my new kicks
Can’t see my pain behind fake smiles and lipstick
I’ve been scrolling through pages and pages
All these
through life without a trace
When the answers you seek are in front of your face
You're blind!
You're blind!
Tell 'em D!
You're headed for
through life without a trace
When the answers you seek are in front of your face
You're blind!
You're blind!
Tell 'em D!
You're headed for
[Chorus]
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine
And we about
[Chorus]
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine
And we about
I'mma go to space in a wraith
Caught him lacking so I took his chain
You know my homies been going through some pain
So I make music as a gain
When I
no way to scream
Total destruction for glorious win
Inflicting pain beyond your dream
Balance of power balance of terror
Kill rate of masses relieve
Just reed up u can smell through the plastic
School of hard knock you ain’t take these classes
On some big dog shit yo click don’t bite don’t growl
Gotta
yourself
Wagwan for your mental health do you still confide in only yourself
Man I dream of the life that you live so the work rates peak I don't rest
He's lurking through the shadows and loose on the street, menacing
Thinking of his next victim, and where to bury the skeleton
They're frying up
say I reside in the studio, treat it like total confinement
Based on the way they been rhyming, all I can say is, "Kudos for trying"
Aye, cover yourself
to action
A catchy phrase for an interaction
To increase that CTR click to claim
That click-through-rate measures
How many move to the next part
I mean page
Hunt in the garden of false opportunity
I am the bug in this global community
Ravage your conscience with total impunity
I am the bug in this
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