
š¤ āRAM HORN STANKā š¤ Intro Yeah Uh Clover in the house Ventilation system offline Verse 1 She slid in low with the prehistoric chew, Ram horn lookinā like it fought a mammoth or two, I said āgirl NO,ā she said āgirl WATCH,ā Got that stink on lock like a biohazard vault. Front paws down, jaws go CRUNCH, Smell hit my soul like an uppercut punch, I lit a candle, cracked a door, She dragged that horn closer like ānah, need more.ā Hook š¶ Ram horn stank, yeah it hit like a crime, Weapon-grade funk, one sniff = lost time, I gag, she flex, no thoughts, just chew, That horn smells like history but she vibinā, boo. š¶ Verse 2 Side-eye sniff, instant regret, Why it smell like a dungeon AND a pet? She chewinā like rentās due, face real proud, Meanwhile my nose filing OSHA complaints out loud. She tilt her head like āproblem where?ā Iām like āmaāam this smell is not fair,ā I try to steal itābig mistake, She lock eyes like ātouch it and wake.ā Hook š¶ Ram horn stank, yeah itās nuclear strong, House smell like farmcore remix: wrong, She in goblin mode, zero shame, Emotional support stink, remember the name. š¶ Bridge I could toss it⦠I could try⦠But she guard that horn like āchoose wisely, guy,ā That chew aināt just bone, itās her whole vibe, And honestly? Yeah. Iāll survive. Final Verse She lay down smug, chew still poppinā, Iām air-freshener-maxed, hope is droppinā, But she happy, tail do a lilā thump, And suddenly the smell⦠feels like love (kinda). Outro Clover undefeated Ram horn undefeated My nostrils? Absolutely defeated šš¾š„

