Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clorox Bleach, artist - Spose. Album song Nonperishable, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank
Song language: English
Clorox Bleach |
So this rapper who had dissed me hit me up |
Said he wants to collab |
Bro we gotta collab |
He said, fam we gotta build for the culture bro |
Let’s get on a track |
We gotta get on a track |
Now I could’ve just ignored it but I couldn’t resist |
I know toilets that are less full of shit |
He must not know that I heard his cute little raps |
That were lamer than a white dad doing the dab |
So I had to hit reply |
And I typed this out |
I said I’d rather drink Clorox bleach |
Or get punched by Conor McGregor |
Than get on a song with you bro, let’s make it official |
In the year two thousand and never |
I would rather drink Clorox bleach |
About a year later, I saw him outside the Red Sox game |
Red Sox game |
I didn’t know who he was, but he walked up |
And he told me his name |
I forget your name |
He said I know we had our differences in the past |
But you and me on a track, man the people would spaz |
So maybe this September get together at last |
I was caught off guard and suppressing a laugh |
He said, sure I was immature |
But bro whaddya say? |
I said I’d rather drink Clorox bleach |
Or get bombed by North Korea |
I know god isn’t real 'cause no god would keep you alive |
And kill 2Pac and Aaliyah |
I would rather get mauled by a bear |
Or have somebody spill some AIDS in my hair |
Than appear on a track with somebody as wack as you |
I would rather drink Clorox bleach |
This goes out to all the dudes who talk shit but don’t pay no dues |
Can you get a verse from the king of Maine? |
Bro, nah |
On SoundCloud with my name in your mouth |
Here’s a pro tip for you: shut the fuck up right now |
I would rather bleed, not know how to read |
Rather run out of weed than collaborate |
Fuck a fake emcee, I’ll die in a stampede |
'Fore I give a sixteen, you can’t hang |
I play acoustic guitar that’s as hard as your bars |
When you’re up on stage with the lyrics and the beat |
Don’t let your hometown make you think you got the crown |
You’re not world renowned, who’s that? |
That’s he |
S to the P, I don’t even gotta spell it |
Drop another album, I don’t even gotta sell it |
'Cause the last one’s sellin' and the wack one’s jealous |
I heard their new song, it made me want to drink |
Clorox bleach |
Or go jump off my roof |
When your mom told you you were good, she wasn’t telling the truth |
I said I’d rather get mauled by a bear |
Or have somebody spill some AIDS in my hair |
Than appear on a track with somebody as wack as you |
I would rather drink Clorox (Drink drink drink) |
Clorox (Bro I would rather drink) |
Clorox bleh |