(Freestyle Friday #9) Let Me Oh

That clock keeps tickin' like a metronome.

And my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home

But my balls keep tellin' me to let me oh

Oh just let me oh

That clock keeps tickin' like a metronome.

And my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home

But my balls keep tellin' me to let me ohh

Oh just let me oh

That clock keeps tickin' like a metronome.

And my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home

But my balls keep tellin' me to let me oh

Fuck all that shit just let me go

Ohhers and tastemakers, makers no chaser

Gets the blood flowing like a fuckin' pacemaker

Cut the middleman and inhale the vapors

Mad men (ha ha) oh ten don drapers

Cut the jukebox on make sure the woofers blow, blow

We gon' sit here until them heffers go, go

Holler at the tens, then spend a little dough

Not on them, no, they can buy their own drinks ohhhh

Work week's done off, 5 days in the bucket

Fuck it, you got a boss who's a jerk who doesn't?

Throw on some wu-tang bring the mothafuckin' ruckus

There is no pretext we are living and we love it

On a budget nevermind, we just nudge it to the side

Give the kids a little time we are living till' we die

We are focused and we hustle but we still be getting high

No exception to the rule do what you do to get by cuz'

At a house party gettin' jammed up

You are tony danza

When they ask whose the fuckin' boss, put your hand up

Never put it down cuz' you're banging to the anthem

2010 trend put the i-pod on random

Wonder why it tried to play this instead of hanson

Probably cuz' it gets the people moving like a handgun

Just like the little white fellas up in hampden

Happy easter from the mothafuckas in the mansion