clownin

i snap a neck put a bitch in check

if u disrespect wont be no threat

put yo ass to sleep aint no counting sheep

these roots run deep might be some tricks but never a treat

i dont retreat i stand my ground escaped the pound

now its going down u gonna drown

i wear this crown wont be another fuckin round

its a show down whoaa ya better slow down

before u end up in a burial ground

got the speed of a mothafuckin greyhound

u up in a killas compound no its time to lay down

better stay down u lookin in the eyes of a mothafuckin clown

im laughin while u frown smokin that weed from funky town