Noggin

[Intro: Clay Maskin] Yo open a muthafuckin window its hot in this bitch!!! [Verse 1: Clay Maskin] Shitty 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 nigga Poppycockin lockin padlockin they jaws And infiltrating they bitches 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 Nigga meet the devil In the middle of a bezel And wrestle I'm a rebel Get on my level Cuz where you at now nigga you just rectal You can just fade away and die that would be helpful But anyway nigga 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 bitches workin late at the office often Black goblin Stalkin In the bushes In a toboggan Ill spilick-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 shit If time was human that would be some shit i'd kill bitch But time ain't human so just feed a meal bitch With a side of rappers decapitated in a wrapper Mass funerals The sickest nigga be the pastor I was once in a coffin But 4/20 fell on Easter so I got the rapture Puff, cough, coughin Whack shit 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 niggas 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 nigga [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 bullshit i'm talkin (x2)