Clowns - 3st

I’m VIP, I don’t stand in line

I stand up to the sands of time

And if you pretend that you real shit

Like it’s pantomime

You gon' catch the hands of mine

And you’re in the king’s ring

Suffer bruises when I abuse you

Like a tiger in the Ringling Brothers

The minute I hear that

Ding ding buzzer

Okay enough chatter

I’mma smash a glass

Pet a black cat

And take a walk under my good luck ladder

If you think you got a tough swagger

We can discuss matters

Just after I leave your guts splattered

And have Wolfgang Puck

Gather up the chunks

Lather them up in batter

And dunk a rapper in a deep fryer

So I can eat a punk braggart

Like a lunch platter

Sexy ladies in every flavor

Like Ben & Jerry’s

This babe was born

For making porn

Her naked form

Is agent orange incendiary

We’re getting married in the cemetery

Where Heath Ledger’s buried

We’re honestly pretentious

But the champ belt’s gotta be defended

Pagliacci killing it

The comedy has ended

Cause we mothafucking…

Clowns

Tell the crew we throwing down

Tell the keep another round

We go creeping through the town

Cause we mothafucking clowns

Come to my town

We dispose of clowns

Like the circus that shut down

We not singing Black Eyed Peas

If you hear that shit go

Boom Boom Pow

You’re new to the game

I was born in this shit

Breaking niggas like Bane

Stay in your lane

This what happens when

Django is Unchained

I got that green like Luigi

Your bitch need a squeegee

I been playing this game

Difficulty’s on way-too-easy

I flip these tracks like acrobats

Your bitch a football player

She running back

I just count stacks

And I just laugh

Cause all you niggas is whack

The cannonball aiming for the top

The ringleader of my big top

You clowns ain’t on my level

Verses out here getting burnt

By the Jersey Devil

They say it’s not ‘bout the destination

It’s all bout the journey

Which would explain

Why my life is one big Weekend

Like I’m chilling At Bernie’s

Clowns

Tell the crew we throwing down

Tell the keep another round

We go creeping through the town

Cause we mothafucking clowns

Yeah yeah yeah I

Made a little diddy so these

Bitches and these hoes can dance

Big dick in these tight pants

Wallet so thick, need a seamstress

Peaches, sweetness

Baby throw that pussy my way

I’mma eat it

Taste sweet but the money my weakness

Work five days then a month long weekend

And I can hear that you mumbling English

But if you ain’t talking money

Why the fuck you speaking

Ugh

And I’m bout to stop clowning ‘round

Let’s buckle down

Find a rapper who’ll go pound for pound

It’s funny now

And I know I hate to watch you drown

But my shit’s so loud

You can’t make a sound

Shh

I shooters every day

That’s why my DM’s

Looking like a gun range

Or a courtside

Cause I been dunking oops

I should be playing ball

Inside the NBA

Cause from the foul line

I’m ten for ten

I see twenty twenty

My sight clear as day

Should make a thirty for thirty

For my head game

Cause it’s a forty to one

When I been busting your brains

Bust nut like a man in a cannon

I been tightrope walking

And these bitches can’t stand it

And you should really

Stop acting delirious

Before I cut you up bitch

Why so serious

Clowns

Tell the crew we throwing down

Tell the keep another round

We go creeping through the town

Cause we mothafucking clowns

Who is you fucking with

You know you loving this

Just a rapper from the sticks

Name somebody tough as this

Yeesh, that would be me

We can agree

Ain’t another rapper

Tough as the brothers in 3st

Kevin and me

I’m the boy you pretending to be

Need an incline if you stepping to me

Ah

Wait a minute, Dylan

What’s that in the distance

Couple locals tryna ride the wave

Fuck up the vision

Flipping the bird to these turds

I’m on a mission to burn them

Like a plate of grilled chicken

Y’all niggas tripping

Skinny dipping in these women

Leaving her limping

Your bitch is now in my equation

Split her legs, dick her down

That’s long division

I was born to be the

Sort of leader who would

Order pizza for

All the starving children in

North Korea

Took a flight out to Ibiza

To please a couple of sleazy broads

Posner in my suite finna beat me off

The black Scrooge McDuck

He dive in coins

I dive in butt

Get your pencils out

If you wanna test your luck

It’s Snowden

And I goes in

I don’t give a fuck

Clowns

Tell the crew we throwing down

Tell the keep another round

We go creeping through the town

Cause we mothafucking clowns