[Intro: Arto]
Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat upon the grave, sucka

[Verse 1: Ayrick]
Kissing my teeth, I'm surrounded by these Rastas
Step back and don't come around with the tough talk
Want me a lady and a flight to Las palmas
I'm just fucking sick and tired of the gunshots
Man's Shot, ever since a kiddo I had Asthma
Who got us hot around here, boy I brought the Magma
You in the presence of a beast, God's coming at ya
Pull up, hop out, Sir Sunny Magna
Nobody loves us but G-O-D
Life's a party, it make sense when we OD
And we Obey, the jungle rules, see homie
Pride is the silent killer, the devil, co3
So we gon' bе, whatever our destiny is
Evеn if the whole world's gone grey, Niko Bellic
This shit so neat, drive in it like Need for speed
And be sonic, in a world of slow runners
Who run their mouth claiming shit, but we don't see
A single W in your pocket, we don't speak
About the daily routine of ourselves, ears gon' bleed
If we start to talk about the shits, please don't creep
In our block, malice in our hearts, but we go clipse
Shit's so clean, legendary, heroic
Phone on, but I don't conversate
We be crawling like a Knight, y'all be crawling like them snakes
We been goin' hammer, goin' psycho, goin' crayy
Push it to the limit, we been goin' insane
Counting every second, ever since June 25
Still nothing in a homie's eyes but Flames, bitch
[Verse 2: Arto]
Ha Ha
It's that fulla hate fucking up the face of the bitch, you fuck around then Imma serve you in my dinner plate
I walk the plank on my toes, I never fear a mane
No debate, either die in pain or make you feel the same
And turn the shitty motherfucking place into a graveyard
Bring back the same odd then Take away the fame all I see is switching like you hoes have been brainwashed
Tried of seeing you bitches dropping sounding-the-same-songs
I'd rather play 'part of motherfuckers, I be killing tracks and verses feeling like Ghengis, Rising up the Chaos
I see my demons steady playing against the changes I've been making
Hope my head someday be empty like my hair loss
Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat upon the grave, sucka
Sick-Sack, Making a bitch mad I love the hate brotha
Feels sad, better sit back and watch the play
Boutta hit that trigga when I hear you say the shit bad
(Ears are full of bluffing Mothafucka better bring that)
RUKUS!
I'd rather be dead than call you brothers
Kill me If I ever spare my blood for you suckers
Disgrace of being pussy make me seperate from others
Even if you try to know I keep the meaning undercover
Bitches hate us they fear us
But I will never go blame 'Em or shame 'Em
Cause I would do the same If I wasn't us, you laid up, Attendance is low but we make up
Got me feeling something like a dynamite
But I'm white like lightning when it finally strikes
The silent kid take you down when he finally fights
Who roll a dice, six twice, but all his life is outta luck
See your team don't respect ya, I ain't tryna lecture
You will never make it you will never be the next up
So find yourself a place to run to, calling for the help
But when you rise my fucking anger even god cannot protect ya
[Outro: Denzel Curry]