Click-Clack

Ayo, back o' ma hand reeks of a beat, beat up and beat down
Broken in half, body bagged then fuck it I skip town
Like Superman
So move yo ass to the back o' the booth and get a broom
Or Get consumed by the sickest word in this picture
This ain' a show dummy
Fuck faces get kicked till they kiss the ground, funny?
It's gatta be, you
Hanging by the hook to the coldness of my battery
Insensitive, Dean Carter with a cutter
And a systematic approach to those who wanna fuck with it
It lives inside of me
Riding a corpse like necrophiliac sevagery
Tapping into chapters o' breaking the laws of gravity
So rarily I speak to people as much as I speak to me
Fucked up in the head
With a chainsaw in the hand
To, snatch a motherfucking chain off a nigga neck
My click and clack click a man senses back into position and make his click dissappear When I hit the bang, bang, bang, bang



Credits
Writer(s): Gareth Mokgophe
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