paroles de chanson Clockwork Massacre - BertieBanz

Tryna beat the clock
Duckin' stops
Wreckin' plots
Hundred shots
(Hundred shots)
Let 'em knock huh
Back
Run it back, yeah
Make 'em mad
Laugh yeah y'all make me laugh
When I hear your raps okay I'm

Chosen by Moses to go the wrong way
Roses for these rodents that crawl the hall ways
Face it, bitch you ain't shit
Eat the pavement
Tossin' all of my problems down in my basement fuck
(Ha I'm in a Mercedes with no plate
Yuh I'm lookin for the pearly gates)

Tryna beat the clock
Duckin' stops
Wreckin' plots
Hundred shots
(Hundred shots)
Let 'em knock huh
Back
Run it back, yeah
Make 'em mad
Laugh yeah y'all make me laugh
When I hear your raps okay I'm

Livin' in a man made matrix, bend backwards from shots of agents, yeah
Vengin' the chapters that slash me half in this tragedy
Grab my gun, stay tucked, get buck
They say something, get fucked
Head down low, they know that I
Took the red pill and I ain't ever goin home
Yuh, I ain't ever goin home
Aye
Watch me paint my thoughts with lead
Let 'em rest
Stop the spread yeah
Take a breath and let the ego find it's death yeah
Wait what you said, you think you fuckin' with my throne
Watch your tone and shut your mouth before I put you in there ground
Yeah I crave
All these stains
On my skin
They give me grit
So now I ride around town with the windows up
Lights on dim, sleeves rolled up
Down to the wire, brace my tires for the
Barbwire sirens that spike my mind I
Feed the pale fog in the rear, yeah
See the black hearse in the mirror
Will I pull the lever of the e-brakes or
Hit 'em with a u-turn, only time will tell