Klick Clack Bang

Look at the way they're hating on us
 Like we got a deal already, steady as we go
 I could have been the one to tell 'em that we didn't
 But it's hit and go, yeah get a dose
 Ces in the building, better be gone 'fore we blow the roof off of this M.F'er
 I don't wanna get sidetracked, in a Maybach, blowing dope wit' dem heffers
 I'm a handful, so is Ubi so it's like your fucking with a pair of double D's
 I've been screaming out the shit I mean about
 And all I got to say is "Motherfuck emcees"
 Hit 'em and buckle knees
 Get 'em in line, I'm about to go spam on em' and I'm on a roll
 Could it have been the reason why you acting like a bitch?
 Pussy popping on a pole
 What am I doing here? Why do I do's it? I could say it's all about the music
 But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to stack a couple of racks
 And that's amusement to 'em
 Look at the way we do 'em, killer city cannibal with Cannonball
 Get you open like a can opener, the Kan-Kan-Kansas City shuffle y'all
 I ain't been around the block a lot, I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box
 Still I'm knowin' enough to get the shit to pop
 Yeah I'm blowing up and up, lifting off
 Why you lippin' off? Watch it dude
 Do you know, who in the fuck you talking to?
 Ces clipping up and ready to lock on you
 It's not a lot to say, a lot to do
 Opportunity knocked and I'm knocking you
 Out the way you're way out of pocket dude
 And I don't give a fuck if you're sick as fuck
 If you spit at us, I'll clip your nuts
 If your upper lip so much as ripple up
 If you're soft I can help you stiffen up
 What you talking 'bout, ain't shit to us
 Yeah I'm talking down to you, listen up, punk
 Is it true that ain't shit changed? Listen to the way it bang
 ducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it's Strange
 Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man
 We don't wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang
 What am I an oddity? I ought to be
 We the two to take it to another level
 I'm in another lane, on some other plane
 People say I probably parlay with the Devil
 Parlay with myself, makes a lot of sense
 Make some motherfucker gotta hop the fence
 I show up in all black, at the party bloody hands like I just forgot to rinse
 Magnetism I attract the opposites
 Back in the day I used to want to chop a bitch
 Now I'm keeping it clean the crib's pristine
 Like I hired George Papadopoulos
 Lock your lips, y'all been in a coma on us honestly
 I know the weather better pack a number-brella fella y'all are hella cray
 Look up, the snake and bat are travelin' that-away, have a good day
 I can see it in the way you running around
 Running your mouth, talking all the time
 Laying me down inside a coffin, all for why?
 Mad at us for catapulting off the N9ne!
 Why you broken up and crying?
 Wipe away your tears, open up your eyes
 Why you leaning all up in my lights?
 Scheming on my plates, soaking up the shine?
 Look at the size of this table, it's giant room enough for both of us to dine
 Hanger Steak with a side of asparagus, a glass of Copolofer wine
 Sober up before you try and roll with us, you must be Robitussin high
 Thinking you know what's up with us, but know that I am focused on my grind
 Blowing up, goodbye!
 Who am I? The heavy handed healer, here we go
 I keep a couple in the clip for y'all
 We can get it popping, that's the only option
 Guess I'm shooting from the fucking hip at y'all
 Cut you open, hoping somebody gotta Sham-wow, blood about to hit the wall
 I can see it coming cousin like I'm staring back at you
 From inside a crystal ball
 This is all for you
 But do you remember when you fronted on us when we did the interview?
 What? You forget to do your job?
 You were pawning me, now I'm pimping you
 You were on to me, now I'm into you
 And it ought to be peaceful, but when you choose
 Hanging dirty laundry over dinner, ooh
 Honestly it's inde-indefensable
 Head of the class, fucking up the principle
 Got 'em ingesting hella deadly chemicals
 I'm gonna go as far as saying we ain't playing
 And we got 'em by the fucking genitals
 I'm gonna hit 'em with the binding resolution
 Getting biblical with every clip I pull
 Take a seat with y'all, have a sip with you
 I've been eating y'all, now I'm getting full
 Shitting better, get the stool softener
 Look at 'em, 'bout to break the blade off in her
 I don't remember anything after getting swill and high
 Swear to God, occifer
 Often heard (heard!) The Ces seldom seen
 By the studio time that I sell a dream
 Tell 'em leave before the game get into you
 Hell of a fee to pay, my soul is sinner proof
 It's your move