Clayton's Copula

[Verse 1] I'm here chillin' in my jacuzzi New kids hear "Clayton" ask "who's he?" I'm back to regain my post Not mortem I'm here for them For you fans Ku klux klan Has been threatening me I think they are Illuminati Nah man, I ain't sold my soul And I like Kanye that's why I sampled Or adapted this line in my rhymes On the other song And am doing it again It ain't wrong man It's just paying homage Speaking of which I'm also doing that to a gay that loves Fitch Yeah ****bicha You love salsicha It's cause of you that I'm wearing that pink on my head on the EP's cover To remember when I totally beat you up like if you were a pigeon and I a land rover Real men wear pink Well you may think You're a real man But me and my fans [K]No[w] you ain't I'm way realer I crushed you No need for serial killers But enough of that It's past, says Matt Now I'm here with all this new sounds No, it ain't Tortoise II but it's some lost and founds New stuff old stuff Mixed stuff I'm tough Never give up But they ask what I've been doing these days Why nobody has seen my face I'm copulating Copulating Yeah, you can keep hating But I'm copulating Doing complex math Statistics in the bath Room I assume You wouldn't understand my copula So I'll talk 'bout Sofia Coppola Casting Emma Watson as a burglar That's right cause she stole my heart Bacon cheeseburgers! But shit I have to fart Can't copulate While there's still bitches to hate So peace people That's the ripple Effect Everybody connect Kinect Reflect Act Concrete rappoetry Neologizing Hoho inception Closed captions for me Like *fuifuiii* Oh my God of rhymes How many times Have you seen this Didn't even use words, kiss My ass Yes People ask How is this an EP? Ain't it a CD? Mixtape? Julian Assange accused of rape In Sweden It's like the hidden garden of Eden There Blonde hot girls pushing their hair Back To suck your black... So how you say rape!? Still confused? Tape, CD, EP? Washington DC Kidnap Obama, u mad!? And put a grocery bag on his head Make little holes for the eyes Mouth and nose Head and shoulder knees and toes And ask for the secrets Ryan Seacrest Why am I saying all of this? Is that what you asking, kids? The relation is of equivalence Reflexive, simetric, transitive Mathematics That's it Clayton's copula! And you've heard it right There's a whole EP ahead But way bigger than that chick's hole Shit that was tight And I'm fed Up With this cup Of tea I've been giving To rappers these times I don't have a goatee But I sure have my rhymes Arsenal Liverpool, Manchester too Chelsea, I ask who? That's a girl's name And it ain't a girl's game So I'm here back again and you'll see my fame Rocket towards the sky Kind of just like Psy Except I don't dance And people understand what I say Even in France And except I was already known Before he had even grown Out of his pants But no dissing, no rants I want peace with everyone Cause I ain't done Yet I won't let Tortoise II be just a myth Just give it some time It'll be like a great guitar riff Every word, every line But still I need some Copulating Mating Dating Hum!? Copulating Copulating Copulating Copulating Copulating Clayton's copula!