Yetiface - Spam Vs Clik Freestyle

Here I come
I'm coming at your neck
I'm gonna slice it open
Until there's nothing left
It's like Ragu
Bleeding like lasagna
On the floor
I'm gonna lick it up
Cause I got no more pizza in the oven
I got no gored baked beans in the oven
Cupboard
I got a Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard
I stuffed her in the cupboard
And then she said fuck you
My name is Clifford
And I said fuck you man
Your name ain't Clifford
I'm gonna punch you in the face
Until I break your nose
And it splatters all over the place
You mother fucker
I'm gonna flip you off
Until you fly like a bur
Like a bird
Like a plane
It's a saucer
It's a saucer
A cup and saucer
I throw it at your head
Chip chip
Chip off the ol' block
And everybody wants to fart on the clock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Is the way it goes
Hedge row
Hedge row
Like a hedge row
I got a Spam
I prefer Klik
Klik Klik
I don't like the Spam
I like the Klik Klik
I don't like the Spam
I like the Klik Klik

Written by:
Mark Howitt

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