Dr. Clowny

Grab the mic and spit my flow like I was on the clock I scrap the change inside the bowl cause I ain’t have a lot, Posted at my uncles where they be fiending of the roc Deep up in the woods but in the trenches on the plot, My uncle and auntie must’ve got in a fight, She swinging like Holyfield and he bit her like Mike, And you think I’m 26 and I’m living this life, Back then I was 6 and the shit was alright What’s the word bro? What’s the word? Did I say that I’m viscous and I made a couple decisions that put me right in the rhythm, to bury the vengence and I’m scary when tempted, I put a canary in various positions, can you feel my demention, Or are you stuck when your in it? Man I feel so demented, What’s this life that we live in I’ve got this magical feeling, That I’m just one in a million. But I resent with dealing, With all this bullshit that they fool with I’m sick I wanna feel But I’m down in a dungeon, I’m a monster when I’m hungry goddamnit I’m coming Same thing I told your bitch, Then the bitch started running, I’ve been a man on the gun, Cold killer from youngin The moral is never try to win a clown race, Cause I don’t ever wanna have to show the clown face, Don’t get it twisted like your neck I arrange things, Something like my music you might think a little strange But that’s okay I don’t do this shit ever to please you, Your something like my mother cause I never did need you See me peep through with the re-do, Killer clown hoo hoo he with the hee hoo Sit down lay down and stay down Killer clown spit round and lay rounds so get down Get found can’t pray now it’s not safe now the gun sounds