[Intro](producer tag)"had to custom craft this from the fun house, brought this clown horn out.... we going to body em now!!!!!" Tizm on tha Track… skkkkrrtttt… bop bop bop… grrrrraaaaawww ZERO in the cut, Seattle rain don’t wash the blood off these weak niggas… [Hook] Clown-ass haters, y’all lookin’ stupid Talkin’ that shit from the cheap seats, soft and mute I spit that G-funk fire, leave your whole crew bruised From the W A, ZERO run it, you just lose [Verse 1] Ayy, look at these goofy niggas barkin’ online Keyboard warriors with no spine, no grind, no shine Y’all the type to fold when the real ones arrive Talkin’ tough in the comments, but in person you hide I’m from Seattle, fog thick, streets cold, heart colder You clowns still playin’ dress-up, thinkin’ you soldiers I move like that G-funk wave, slow and deadly You move like a broke-down hoopty, transmission heavy I don’t even gotta raise my voice, just raise the bar You still reachin’ for relevance, fallin’ short by far Cocky? Yeah, I earned it. Condescending? That’s the truth You ain’t competition, you a punchline with no proof [Hook] Clown-ass haters, y’all lookin’ stupid Talkin’ that shit from the cheap seats, soft and mute I spit that G-funk fire, leave your whole crew bruised From the W A, ZERO run it, you just lose [Verse 2] I see y’all hatin’ from the sidelines, jealous and broke Wishin’ you had the aura, but you stuck in the smoke I’m the one they quote, the one they fear in the dark You the one they laugh at when the lights go off Unforgiving? Yeah. I don’t do second chances You crossed the line once, now you dance with the consequences Brutal with the pen, leave your name in the dirt While I’m still in the rain, gettin’ money, gettin’ work You soft as the drizzle, I’m hard as the concrete You talk that “next up” but you still on repeat ZERO don’t chase clowns, I just bury the noise G-funk in my veins, Seattle in my voice [Outro] skkkkrrtttt… bop bop bop… grrrrraaaaawww
