Clocks

1 Contributor Clocks Lyrics [Verse 1: Stevie Stone] I'm a menace, stick or the train, let's talk business Hostile takeover, we did it, I'm in the Guinness Know some sharpshooters (Uhh), they attracted to all your penance Better get up and watch, they livid and see they limits Now pay attention, honorable mention, the Glock shift and the dough go missin' Stevie here pitchin', I'm on the mound, come over dishin' I'm dissin', I'm rappin', these niggas vicious Niggas is bitches, there's no convincin' they came up missin' Nah! Forgive 'еm, they know not what they do I'm a vetеran, letterman, bitch, I'm way better than you (Uh huh) I'm the cream of the crop from the back of the block to the booth Gettin' caught up in this bitch and I'm breakin' it down in twos I know you niggas learn to clean clocks, you see this Rollie don't tick tock I'm in the moonrocks and I can take it to the boondocks A country nigga but I'm up top, Bukshot [Chorus: Bukshot] Forgive them, they know not what they deal with But I've been sent to cleanse them so now we on some real shit, time to clean clocks now I'm not sad, look at this smile, why y'all mad? Why so foul? What's that? Why so wild? Click clack, 'bout to clean clocks now [Verse 2: Bukshot] Grandfather clock tick-tockin' in the background Fingers tellin' me to spit and put the smack down Bars like candy, someone pass a napkin Blood on your face, I mean chocolate, what happened? (What?) Better clean your act up, you're tarnishin' your legacy I can hear the laughter, disconnect from ketamine Scared to poke the bear, they're cordially offendin' me Painfully aware, in my zone on a cleansing spree I don't really think it's a good idea pullin' up on a tank in a little old Kia Last bastion of hope, spitters smashin', attackin' With smoke, ready lights, camera, action No foolin' a behemoth with the mental of a kraken Come up underneath you, dawg, your plan is see-through I'll eat you verbally, break them down certainly Come embrace the pit of your demise inadvertently[Chorus: Bukshot] Forgive them, they know not what they deal with But I've been sent to cleanse them so now we on some real shit, time to clean clocks now I'm not sad, look at this smile, why y'all mad? Why so foul? What's that? Why so wild? Click clack, 'bout to clean clocks now [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Yeah! To the opps, tick tock, it's time to clean these niggas' clock I took the scenic 'round the block, I thought I seen 'em by the spot I've been schemin', I've been dreamin' 'bout the day I get the drop It's time to pop up on these niggas, leave 'em sleepin' in a box I'm sporadic as Kanye West, pistol tucked in my Sunday's best These niggas bitches and I'm unimpressed, it's only love when it's someone's death This shit cozier than someone's flesh, I sleep 'til no one's left War paint covers my face, I show 'em no grace, just torment and hate Harder drugs make me orbit in space I pray when I perish that The Lord won't avoid an embrace I DoorDash the beef to niggas who ordered the steaks Yeah, I clean clocks with no WD, just a 40, RIP, that's for fuckin' with me Father forgive 'em for they know not what they do It's The Boogeyman Benton, that's why I got these niggas spooked [Chorus: Bukshot] Forgive them, they know not what they deal with But I've been sent to cleanse them so now we on some real shit, time to clean clocks now I'm not sad, look at this smile, why y'all mad? Why so foul? What's that? Why so wild? Click clack, 'bout to clean clocks now