Rage
Does it look like
I really give a fuck
Does it?
Does it look like
I really give a fuck
Does it?
Does it look like
I really give a fuck
Does it?
I dont give two fucks
Watch me while I puff this bud
Playing PlayStation one
Scratching bugs on my nogs
High as fuck
Sipping on my favorite stuff
Yeah I got that body armor in my cup
Tryna get that vita-c load up
Bottoms up
Listen while I kick some shit
That you probably
Gonna misinterpret
Crushing terpenes
Killing serpents
Spitting my raps
As if they were sermons
Straight to the vermin's
I promise dawg
I'm much uglier in person
But I got the vibes of Steve Irwin
Mixed with a little Owen Wilson
And Fred Durst
Bitch
I won't carry a purse
But I got a fanny pack
On my lap that will beg to differ
Got those red eyes
So they call me Clifford
In a battle with me
Your bound to experience tragedy
Like playing pinball
With only with one flipper
My verses are heavy hitters
Attacking tracks like Jack the Ripper
Went much deeper than the grave diggers
Exceeding the bar tippers
Exposing all the brainwashed hipsters
And pop figures
With these thoughts I transmit and deliver...
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yeah im
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Chilling in the rave
Yeah Chilling in the rage
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave
Until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave
Until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Until I got my plot configured
Yo im chilling
I really give a fuck
Does it?
Does it look like
I really give a fuck
Does it?
Does it look like
I really give a fuck
Does it?
I dont give two fucks
Watch me while I puff this bud
Playing PlayStation one
Scratching bugs on my nogs
High as fuck
Sipping on my favorite stuff
Yeah I got that body armor in my cup
Tryna get that vita-c load up
Bottoms up
Listen while I kick some shit
That you probably
Gonna misinterpret
Crushing terpenes
Killing serpents
Spitting my raps
As if they were sermons
Straight to the vermin's
I promise dawg
I'm much uglier in person
But I got the vibes of Steve Irwin
Mixed with a little Owen Wilson
And Fred Durst
Bitch
I won't carry a purse
But I got a fanny pack
On my lap that will beg to differ
Got those red eyes
So they call me Clifford
In a battle with me
Your bound to experience tragedy
Like playing pinball
With only with one flipper
My verses are heavy hitters
Attacking tracks like Jack the Ripper
Went much deeper than the grave diggers
Exceeding the bar tippers
Exposing all the brainwashed hipsters
And pop figures
With these thoughts I transmit and deliver...
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yeah im
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Chilling in the rave
Yeah Chilling in the rage
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave
Until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Chilling with my rage
Chilling in the rave
Until I got my plot configured
Yo im
Chilling in the rave
Until I got my plot configured
Yo im chilling
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bledsoe
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