The Real Cloutman

(Verse 1)

Yo it's me The Real Cloutman

I Just stole a couple beats then ran till noon

Wrote some rhymes and spit em might till june

You might hear them soon

Alright I Left the school in the ghettos

Been filling my memos

To start selling my demos

Ben helping find my tempos

Finding myself like Nemo

Cancer to the game, it needs chemo

Remember the name like Fort Minor

Temper to blame on a fortnight, go and sign her

I Made this just for fun Because I was having none

I'm not trying to be one and done

They told stop till you see the sun

Or until I see my name up in lights

So I don't have to watch the high school fights

Can't wait to see that sight

Man that'll be a good night right?



(Break)

Ay hold the fuck up I ain't done



(Verse 2)

But if I get to that level

How will I control my mental

State like a vile debate

TND will never give me a rate

Will that be my fate?

So I why should I wait for the day

Instead of my dismay

Into a void of annoyed employed fuckers

Just steroid suckers

That send asteroids of tabloids

To a guy named Llyod

Who lives in a destroyed world

A perished land in peril

Where the ground is sterile

Living in a barrel with no carol from Will Ferrell

(fuck)

(finally got that shit done)