Shawn Clark - Club Universe

Alright I got a little something for y'all
Alright, listen

I does what I does and I don't what I don't
I is who I is and I want what I want
I does when you won't
I cuss when I talk
I run when you walk
Because I'm Shawn Clark
See I'm not for the material
That's for them other guys
Fuck the Federal Bureau and undercover cops
And the I-R-S,
Survey says get your nice shirt pressed
For early rest
You trying to fuck with mine?
I'mma fuck with yours
Trying to pluck my dimes like ducks and crows?
You better duck the blows
Repercussions of your actions
Discussion not attractive
We want blood and bones
See I'm borderline psycho
A quarter mine, you want a quarter mine?
You gon' have to drag me to this court for mine
See I'm emotional, sensitive don't you know?
And when I'm on the mic I go "shamone shamone"
That's a Michael Jackson reference if you didn't get it
I'm comparing me to Mike, but I ain't kidding
I'm a strange anomaly or a rare occurrence
I exchange autonomy for brain insurance
I met a bitch from Mars my homie introduced me
Said her name was Lucianne but
Yo just call me Lucy
Don't believe it when they tell you it's no sign of life
I found plenty water and a couple bushes
Met a girl in love with stars
She be drawing patterns
She only drop them drawls when Mars align with Saturn
So this Saturday convinced her to get in her thighs
Said my Venus in line with Uranus it's a sign
I met a alien I think of 'til this day
I would say it was a woman but it didn't say
Oh well call me what you want it's okay
All I know it sucked me off 'til the Milky Way
I jump from star to star like hotel beds
And catch a meteor like Odell Beck
Got the world in my palm like a Spirit Bomb
What I do?
Pitch it to myself Barry Bonds
Fuck your raps them shits suck so boo-boo it hurts
And fuck your producer honestly I can't tell who is worse
And fuck that shit you drop for clout on this human Earth
I'm trying to do a verse to inspire the entire universe
And fuck them stars for thinking them bitches brighter than me
And fuck the gods for thinking them bitches higher than me
And fuck the Earth yeah fuck you you keep on fucking with me
Keep fucking around it ain't that funny when your life go missing

Alright shut the fuck up
And this next verse
Is for the fucking bitch M-C that's gonna come on next

I fuck the mic raw dawg and leave it pregnant
You come on after dawg enjoy my sloppy seconds
Just be happy that I gave you it at all
Next set I swallow it whole better ask the band for more ugh
I'mma leave so much saliva on that fucking bitch
You gonna wish I was around when you fucked your bitch
I'mma leave so much stank on that dirty hoe
Motherfucker you gon' faint you breathe through your nose
After I touch it ain't nobody touch it after
Clutch it 'til I crush the diaphragm and see the capsule shatter
Plug the cables up my nose feel my ventricles jolting
When my brain receives the pulsing of electrical voltage
I paid the sound guy a hundred bucks before the set
To make you sound like a demon from a horror flick
Your crowd leaving faster than your fucking whore did
Only feedback you getting from the floor wedge

Yeah, and I'm taking out this left side speaker
So I hope that your crowd likes to hear
From only one side of the room motherfucker
Yeah, I cause catastrophe, doom, casualties
On ya whole fucking room, so just you
Alright that's all I got
Shut that shit off

Written by:
Shawn Clark

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