Clutch got the big mac, better get back
Forcing my hand, aim steady, with the click clack
Raid off the rip that, pants tripp trap
Running these bands, throwing hands if your with that
Shake from the kick back, better get back
Targets align, sight set from the hip strap
Fold, seen the chip stack
Couldn’t grip that
Shatter, ascend, till the end, feel the end!
Sent to, destroy you
Man down, zar put an end to
Lead flew, right into
Your crown, Glock will reset you
Tread through, my steel blue
Four pound, chewed like a senzu
Press who? Won’t let you
Stand ground, bells sound
They, will lose
Off rip, Glock spit
Blade, I use
Gothic, toxic
Lay, the fuse
Bomb shit islam shit
Made, the news
Mop shit from off ship!
Clutch got the big mac, better get back
Forcing my hand, aim steady, with the click clack
Raid off the rip that, pants tripp trap
Running these bands, throwing hands if your with that
Shake from the kick back, better get back
Targets align, sight set from the hip strap
Fold, seen the chip stack
Couldn’t grip that
Shatter, ascend, till the end, feel the end!
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