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letra de noggin - clay maskin

[intro: clay maskin]

yo open a m-th-f-ckin window its hot in this b-tch!!!

[verse 1: clay maskin]

sh-tty rappers at the top
good rappers at the bottom
where is clay?
at the bottom
print small make it hard to spot him
but he toppin and shockin
the ones plottin and jockin
and pop poppin and stoppin
the ones constantly talkin
i’m tommyhawkin these n-gga
poppyc-ckin lockin padlockin they jaws
and infiltrating they b-tches and take taking they walls
applauds when i walk in
everybody shut up
when i’m talking
yo
i don’t want to get disrespectful
but if i feel disrespected imma grab you by the neck full
and just pull
like trigger on gun metal
n-gga meet the devil
in the middle of a bezel
and wrestle
i’m a rebel
get on my level
cuz where you at now n-gga you just rectal
you can just fade away and die that would be helpful
but anyway n-gga get a pencil
or any writing utensil
i’m laying down bars that hit harder than a pistol
you wish you
could grab hold of the pandemonium issue
that i’m causin
but instead you receive a boxes of tissue
cuz you sobbin
as im lobbin
grenades into the mall where everyones shoppin
shoppin for a coffin
i’m rotten, goblin, stalkin
white b-tches workin late at the office often
black goblin
stalkin
in the bushes
in a toboggan
ill spil!ck-i-de-split yah noggin
noggin

[hook 1: clay maskin]

i’ll split yo noggin
i’ll split yo noggin
i’ll split yo noggin
if i don’t split yo noggin, imma make sure your heart stoppin
imma split ya noggin
imma split ya noggin
imma split ya noggin
if i don’t split yo noggin, imma make sure the heart stoppin

[verse 2: clay maskin]

i’m raw
uncooked no grilled sh-t
if time was human that would be some sh-t i’d k!ll b-tch
but time ain’t human so just feed a meal b-tch
with a side of rappers decapitated in a wrapper
m-ss funerals
the sickest n-gga be the pastor
i was once in a coffin
but 4/20 fell on easter so i got the rapture
puff, cough, coughin
whack sh-t dropped off and i’m the product after
splatter
chatter
im radder than kobe
climbin up the ladder and dunking
rim hanging teabag on the show b
you n-ggas don’t even know me
‘im more low key then the talents of mimi
hangin from a shower rod
smokin weed and playin cod
the block is hot
so i swallowed the buds
like you mom did sam sam and blub uh de blub
yeah
yeah she did
yes
yes n-gga

[hook 2: clay maskin]

you wanna split my noggin
you wanna split my noggin
you wanna split my noggin
cuz you feel that a lot of bullsh-t i’m talkin (x2)

- clay maskin

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