Clowned

these right wing rappers put the tory up in auditory

story aint kickin, like diadora's in a mortuary

sorta scary, rack it up up like more the merry

speed up in ya boat but ya movin like the morning ferry

everything is ship shape, man a shift shapes

not out to dictate, reigning terror pon a shape shifter

about the game, you in the market like a tape sifter

tryna talk shop but you ain't nothin but a bait grifter

this the pre millennium hunger you experiencing,

live up in the flesh, the biggest energy we feedin em

3 star michelin biz,the d in delicacy

the efficacy with wich they kicking game we ain't believe em

these 2 breeders is too quick to spit the rubbish

my 2 bar beligerence resulted in kicking buckets

i'm dishing nuggets but they too chicken to really listen

turds thats been covered in glitter still seem to listen

listen sound, this is some shit that's rarely found

you runnin round like foul thats barely hit the ground

i'm inna sound, you in a pound filled with clowns

you getting clowned for all ya ponds

seemingly prepared. the blag ain't runnin cah the swag is seethru

i was tryna work but i ain't heard ya stories or ya people

we got receipts by the by the bucket load, ya undersold, misunderstood ya state of being, we just went to gold

i'm more of a talker than a stalker

i walk the walk but still a porker

i'm in a benz you in a market for corsa

kinda sorta: you got the bag cos u a porter

pour the wine out, we dining for the foreseeable,

shit up on the menu, yeah we eating inconceivable,

you sweatin on receivables legacy unachievable, tellin me we should work

unbelievably unbelievable

p been know to be leavin em all hangin

even ya top rated slated to fall, clangin,

shit i been over worked but work ain't a damn thing k- lab on the damn track

the package is that bangin