[Clive Burrows]
Uh
Type a flow to make your daughter cum
So when her father come
Running up with violence brung, wyling
Give'em five to da chest just to silence'em
Be quiet, now try and listen
She tripping
Im not the only one
And she ain't the only one
Just another victim
Probably the 6th one, to tryna run
From a yung n***a with a violent tongue
Demonspit, scolding up these pair of lips, fryin lungs
Golden sh** spitting jihadist
Call me an audible terrorist
Tearing through lands scary
These records bury with no hearse
Salt in your eyes, coffin is wide, the rhymes hurt
Learnt from spec's
Superb, the proverbs, since birth
So absurd, the words slurred with girth
Like church
I serve the first f**ing purpose