[Verse 1: Thrash-rap male MC, barked thrash-rap bars, galloping kick drums] Grew up on the square with the pigeons and the stones Where the old men play checkers and the young kids roam Courthouse clock on the square in my town Got a face like a plate and the hands hang down Every year, last night of October, it's true It goes past twelve and it strikes one more for you Old men say thirteen and they cross the street Mothers pull the kids in, they lock up and eat Every few years somebody standing in the square Hears the thirteenth hit and they just ain't there Mister Dale in the eighties, the Tucker boy too A man selling knives that nobody knew Found his hat on the steps and his knives in a row And the clock on the courthouse running two minutes slow I'm Rico, the mouth, I don't buy it at all And my crew put forty dollars on the courthouse wall [Hook: Thrash-rap male MC, full band, razor tremolo guitar] Strikes thirteen and I'm standing right here Forty dollars and I don't know fear Count it out loud, let the whole town hear Strikes thirteen and I'm standing right here [Verse 2: Thrash-rap male MC, faster thrash-rap bars, low bass] Crew in the diner with their face on the glass I'm on the clock steps doing kicks for a laugh Twenty to twelve and the square's gone still Not a car on the road, not a light on the hill Ten to twelve and the pigeons all go Five to twelve and my hands are cold Then the gears up top start grinding slow And the big hand drags like it's pulling a load Crew banging on the window like a drum in a cage Waitress holding the coffee pot, frozen on the stage First hit, I'm laughing, I'm counting it high Every number I'm barking up into the sky I'm barking so loud that the diner can see Every hit of that clock gonna land on me [Bridge: Thrash-rap male MC, fourteenth band hit, the whole band hits together on every counted number] Nine, ten, eleven, I'm still in my shoes Twelve, thirteen, and I got nothing to lose Then the gears went quiet and the square went dark And the minute hand moved and it left a mark I spread my arms wide and I laugh at the crew And the clock goes fourteen, and the fourteenth's for you [Final Hook: Thrash-rap male MC, full band, thrash-rap raw full voice] Strikes thirteen and I'm standing right here Forty dollars and I don't know fear Count it out loud, let the whole town hear Strikes thirteen and I'm standing right here [End]
