*Mattbutt* (intro)
"Damn.... Let me say one thing.. One things for certain, two things for sure, yall' motherfuckrs talk too much. You need to sit yo ass down and listen. Listen Clash.."

*Clash* (verse one)
"How you doin' favorite soundcloud rapper? Used to talk a little, but that's on another chapter. Used to get the run around and bullshit after, now I'm screaming FUCK THAT! Like all lives matter. (haha)
They sayin' that I'm talkin' dumb. Utter limericks when gin hits and coughing lungs. When my pen hits the pad, and I talk in tongue. What was this kids name again, was it Clash or sum?
Fuck a vinyl, my tapes lit wit' Richies of the Lionel. Suicidal. Walkin' toe first in tidal waves. N***as swear they woke, but check again you're just a mindful slave.. Sorry boss your dinners late, sorry dad your winners great. Just filled up my sinner plate familiar space, when we used to sell hills of shake. Cuz' rap is fucking it. Puttin' all my fucking bills at steak. DON'T SQUEEZE TOO HARD MY N***A THE PILL WILL BREAK! Then we lost a dub, but the dub was fucking cheese. So the family just might starve. Trader Joe forgot the keys. Can we just please feel at ease and have a steak for dinner please? Callin' on my inner beast, help me out and steal a Jeep. Let's run away and see a million trees."

(Chorus)
"They sayin that I talk too much, but check it out homeboy. You don't offer much, too society. I'm tryna' fuck sobriety. Open up and smile deep, help me find the light in me."
"They sayin that I talk too much, but check it out homeboy. You don't offer much, too society. I'm tryna' fuck sobriety. Open up and smile deep, help me find the light in me."

(verse two)
" Look. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Where the hoe's at? Can we share a toe tag? I don't wanna' throw back. I just need to show that. I don't have to show past shit! FEELIN LIKE OL' DIRTY YELLIN' ON GUITAR RIFFS! Now it's Clash the fuckin' ripper, grab the blade and let it rip! Couple quid could get me this. Humble bitch who's semi-lit. Throw her ass into the pit untill La Brea give me free shit. Imma' weeb' wit' a beat. Tell the kids come eat. In the street kerosene when I don't repeat. My god he's odd. With a face like Job's. Gotta fix that jaw if you see my squabs'. COME FIGHT! N***as like fuck he's nice. Bitches like fuck that guy. So, fuck my life. I don't even need that hype. I don't even need that light. I don't even need yo sight. N***a I'm Jesus Christ!"

(Chorus)
"They sayin that I talk too much, but check it out homeboy. You don't offer much, too society. I'm tryna' fuck sobriety. Open up and smile deep, help me find the light in me."
"They sayin that I talk too much, but check it out homeboy. You don't offer much, too society. I'm tryna' fuck sobriety. Open up and smile deep, help me find the light in me. The light in me aye. Aye."

"Muthafucka"