

tick-tock, i be readying my glock
im ready to cock it and and lock it
and put it in my fucking pocket
once it hits 9 o' clock the glock goes bang
i aint part of no freaking chain gang
but i talk this fucking sweet slang
im more exsplosive then the big-bang
cause when i spit rhymes, the bells chime
and the time is probably half past nine
six times the rhymes, commiting crimes
counting shit like nickles and dimes
my rhymes are sweeter then lemons n limes
the light shines on me like a thousand times
but i turn it down and get a frown on my face
you betta brace cause in case you didnt know
my flow kills you in this little rap game show.