Clock on the wall keeps ticking I've got to go, but I'd love to
Yo I've been walkin' round in the streets of these I've flipped a few whiskies, I've a few kitties I made a few dollars, I bought a few I popped a few collars then rocked a few
I've pushed a few buttons, all you cats guessing Whedo Garcia, bia, who you stressin'? I'm effervescent, 'bout to blessings I had to Whitey, word to the almighty
I'm made and I'm custom fitted Can't none of cats do it like I did it I might sing it, I might come spit it And if you take it, try to come get it You'll get your wig splitted, get your grill I'm like the Beastie Boys were still dusted
Clock on the wall ticking away A tock and you don't stop got to go, but I'd love to stay A tick and you don't quit, hit it
Clock on the wall keeps ticking A tick and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd to stay A tock and you don't quit, hit it
Yo, off the dummy's instrumental, I spit heavy Never been from the ghetto, it mad fundamental devil, Caucasoid rebel Add some bass, add some treble, and up my level
mad motherfuckers done bit my steeze And the game has got like dogs got fleas And all you dick riders get up off knees turn your bottles up, smokers burn your trees
Learn your A B C's, your P's and Q's Fuck around, get shot up, up on the news Yo, it's Whedo Garcia, he a the blues shiney jewels and some brand new shoes
I love my mama she ain't raised no fools My golden rule is holdin' the tool What you doing to people's comes back on you Don't know when the grim wants to rendezvous, it's like
Clock on the keeps ticking away A tick tock and you stop got to go, but I'd love to stay A tick and you don't quit, hit it
Clock on the wall keeps ticking A tick tock and you stop I've got to go, but I'd to stay A tock tick and you quit, hit it
I hear mad motherfuckers say they're to die Acting they don't care but I swear they lie Tell you now if had to look death in the eye They beg and they plead and they and they cry
When the reaper calls, ya all fall Ya all fall when the reaper calls the reaper calls, ya all will fall Ya all fall when the reaper calls
I a lot of motherfuckers say they down for the kill Most of them are just clowns but swear they will Spend a lot of being down, keepin' it real But I pay more attention to the ones keep still
Ya all will fall when the calls When the calls, ya all will fall Ya all will fall when the calls the reaper calls, ya all will fall
Clock on the keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't I've got to go, but I'd love to A tock tick and you quit, hit it
Clock on the keeps ticking away A tick tock and you stop I've got to go, but I'd to stay A tock and you don't quit, hit it