BastrdtheJavelin - Clippity Clip-it Eclipse

Sober minds relay sober thoughts
I am stoned as hell, and this beat too hot
So I'ma load my clips and take my shots
And climb these bodies up to the top
And I'll cast my eyes overseas, where its razed in snow
Maybe villas up in the mountains that be paved in gold
I still dunno how or when, that's for God to know
I will talk to Satan sometimes, but I will keep my soul

You know that I'm a killer so come kill me please
Tired of walking round this planet on calloused feet
Rather float with no purpose in ethereal seas
That is after I'm done clappin ya grandmamas cheeks
Dislocate her hips she be down for weeks
Like a good dog sittin til I give it a treat
Gnawed to the bone like Appetit
Like Alpo in ya taco meat
Trapped behind the arc, couldn't shoot it so I dished it
Gave you motherfuckers an open lane but you missed it
Shootin for the rim but you only fucking clipped it
It's not okay to suck so don't try to be optimistic
I slam dunk, I don't need a hit stick
Always on the o-line, playing so defensive
Never leave my pocket and my aim is so ridiculous
Ring after ring, but my crew is never bitches

Clippity clippity clips, all of your crew is a bitch
.22, .308, 9; hollow at every tip
Nobody fuckin with this, eyes in a permanent squint
Burnin like a heater, millimeter, I cock it and spit
Cottonmouth is a bitch, I need a water with this
I been smokin way too many blunts and now I need to sit
Can't remember what I spit, ya'll ain't ready for this shit
Say a fucking prayer, Timmy Turner yeah, make a wish

Written by:
Austin Jarrett

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