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poser (over the hump) - diesel clockwork lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m bout to spit some sh*t straight to your dome (diesel)
bump it wit your friends or in your room all alone (all alone)
had some dreams as a kid now you’re grown (grown)
now you’re at the bank paying interest on your loans
al capone, imma sn*tch your d*mn jawbone (gimmie dat)
we called em up and we only got a dial tone
we’ll be in and out before they even know (easy money)
casing the joint and gaining entrance to their homes (we’re in!)
once you were a casual now you’re a casualty (d*o*a)
ten bands on my head don’t rat on me (shut your trap)
oh no he’s dead? god d*mn what a tragedy (oh no)
yeah i pushed him but you gotta blame gravity (splat)
hide the body right underneath the canopy (nah they can’t see)
in the mornin’ we’ll examine his anatomy (i think that’s a knee)
good attorney bribe the judge for some clemency (sleazy)
if that ain’t work guess its time to plead insanity (i’m crazy!)

[chorus]
he a poser
can’t keep his composure
a self*loather
he’s only getting older
a composer
caught in an enclosure
a d*mn poser
he’ll never make it over
he a*he a poser
can’t keep his composure
a self*loather
he’s only getting older
a composer
caught in an enclosure
a d*mn poser
he’ll never make it over
[verse 2]
guess who’s back? yeah, its hard to get rid of me (miss me?)
diesel clockwork spittin’ off amphetamines (addy)
i drove away from a violent scene
the amount of times i’m wrong few and far between (i’m right a lot)
at skid row, know the land is nearly lawless (anarchy baby)
my flow mad chill i won’t front and say its flawless (lots to work on)
if i bought it then you know that i saw it
a germaphobe f*ckin up the leather on his wallet (it’s clean bro it’s clean!)
4:20 welcome to the rotation (puff*puff)
mouth so dry turned his lips into raisins (water anybody?)
we call the hotbox the f*ckin gas station
shoutout east coast, dank cannabis nation (east coast!)
need a light so we callin’ hot pockets (hot pockets!)
my homie with a whip can’t remember if he locked it (did i lock the car?)
smacked mother f*cker really thinks that he a prophet (i’m a prophet)
my mans dumb enough to shove a fork in a socket
best remember that your boy is on a mission (ain’t over yet)
no sick days, find me sleepin’ in the kitchen (stay cookin)
looking for compliments, you best go fishing (keep waitin’)
if you don’t like my sh*t then baby don’t listen (turn it off d*mn )
i’ve dealt with hate since the day i was created (you suck!)
that’s why every night we drink to get faded (turn up baby)
gained some new fans and my ego got inflated
you’re doing something right if they call you overrated (mans so overrated)
he’s unarmed in a battle of wits (uhh)
yeah, the only heat he got is straight counterfeit (thief!)
i could go all day poking fun at his sh*t (this all u got?)
but i’ll burn that bridge when i get to it
yeah, we’re breaking ground tomorrow
looking for a place that i can drown my sorrows
i was hoping i can ask you for some time to borrow
because tonight we getting higher than mount kilimanjaro (woo!)
[chorus]
he a poser
can’t keep his composure
a self*loather
he’s only getting older
a composer
caught in an enclosure
a d*mn poser
he’ll never make it over
he a*he a poser
can’t keep his composure
a self*loather
he’s only getting older
a composer
caught in an enclosure
a d*mn poser
he’ll never make it over

- diesel clockwork lyrics

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