| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| Yo I’ve been walkin' round in the streets of these cities
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| I’ve flipped a few whiskies, I’ve rode a few kitties
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| I made a few dollars, I bought a few bottles
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| I popped a few collars then rocked a few models
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| I’ve pushed a few buttons, left all you cats guessing
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| It’s Whedo Garcia, bia, who you stressin'
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| I’m effervescent, bout to drop blessings
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| I had to kill Whitey, word to the almighty
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| I’m tailor-made and I’m custom-fitted
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| Can’t none of y’all cats do it like I did it
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| I might come sing it, I might come spit it
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| And if you wanna take it, try to come get it
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| You’ll get your wig splitted, get your grill busted
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| I’m crazy like the Beastie Boys were still dusted
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| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| A tick tock and you don’t stop
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| A tock tick and you don’t quit, hit it
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| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| A tick tock and you don’t stop
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| A tock tick and you don’t quit, hit it
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| Yo, off the dummy’s instrumental, I spit heavy metal
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| Never been from the ghetto, keep it mad fundamental
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| Became a night devil, cockazoid rebel
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| Add some bass, add some treble, pump up my level
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| Cause mad motherfuckers done bit my steeze
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| And the game has got biters like dogs got fleas
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| And all you dick riders get up off your knees
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| Drinkers turn your bottles up, smokers burn your trees
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| Learn your A B C’s, mind your P’s and Q’s
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| Fuck around, get shot up, wind up on the news
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| Yo, it’s Whedo Garcia, he a singin' the blues
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| Rockin' shiney jewels and some brand new shoes
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| I love my mama cause she ain’t raised no fools
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| My golden rule is stay holdin' the tool
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| What you doing to your people’s comes back on you
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| Don’t know when the grim reaper wants to rendezvous
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| It’s like
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| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| A tick tock and you don’t stop
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| A tock tick and you don’t quit, hit it
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| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| A tick tock and you don’t stop
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| A tock tick and you don’t quit, hit it
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| I hear mad motherfuckers say they’re ready to die
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| Acting like they don’t care but I swear they lie
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| Tell you now if they had to look death in the eye
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| They beg and they plead and they scream and they cry
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| When the reaper calls, you all will fall
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| You all will fall when the reaper calls
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| When the reaper calls, you all will fall
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| You all will fall when the reaper calls
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| I hear a lot of motherfuckers say they down for the kill
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| Most of them are just clowns but they swear they will
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| Spend a lot of time being down, keepin' it real
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| But I pay more attention to the ones that keep still
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| You all will fall when the reaper calls
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| When the reaper calls, you all will fall
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| You all will fall when the reaper calls
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| When the reaper calls, you all will fall
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| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| A tick tock and you don’t stop
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| A tock tick and you don’t quit, hit it
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| Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
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| A tick tock and you don’t stop
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| I’ve got to go, but I’d love to stay
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| A tock tick and you don’t quit, hit it |