T-Daddy Stacks - Clockwork (remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Daddy Stacks] Uhh, T-Daddy Stacks Watch your back Check it Go ahead, big head Give me head like Lohan, Brohan Yo I need no hand When it comes to the rap Yo I smoke the whole sack The whole sack? Yeah chump all of the Buddha So who's the man With the big backhand Rackin' like rack Rack City 'bitties' with the titties I love Rack City And all of my 'bitties' Get 'fiddies' but I know, you love the Candy Shop Flip flop, you can hop on the dick Feel the prick of a menace Cause I'm sick as Venezuela No doubt, you can try but failin' Bailin', sailin' on a boat Without a f**in' sail So you go nowhere, real f**in fast kid Kickin' rhymes is my pa** time My past, word is born No lyin' a'int tryin' But your b**h loves my sh** Not my hit but my underground sh** I can tell she wants to do the dirty bit f** the Black Eyed Peas boy I'll black your eye Yo, my flow stay golden like a Rolex After one text your b**h be wantin' more s** Ah ha ha ha ha! Yeah boy! it's T-Daddy Stacks! [Verse 2: Joe Grizzly] Uhhh Joe Grizzly, baaaybayy Swagger too ill, I shoot to k** I've got a big dick, bigger shoes to fill b**h I'm stressed out, I could use a pill But I'm afraid that sh**'ll get abused a lil' You sleeping with the fishes Better use your gills I've got a bit of money I could use a Mill though So go and f** yourself With a giant dil*o Welcome into Mr. Grizzly's mind I can't guarantee that you'll like what you find sh** moves quick, so don't get left behind b**h, I can't sleep gotta stay on my grind Stop drop and roll in the toilet I'm hot sh**! You're never gonna stop me b**h I don't quit Blazing it up in the booth I'm so lit Everybody's mind gets f**ed When I spit b**hes say "Grizzly you're hot!" Like no sh**! Climb out of bed, my swagger is turned on Only give head to a freshly mowed lawn If she doesn't trim it, I guess i'll move on Say bye hairy p**y, cause Grizzly's gone! I'll commit a crime, then I'll merk the witness Then I'll hit the gym, gotta work my fitness Go home and f** Tiger Woods' mistress Go from ho to ho to ho, merry f**ing Christmas It's go time b**hes, I'm ready to rock I've got your girlfriend, on the head of my co*k I should be the president instead of Barack f** a condom, my dick's a foot, I'm wearing a sock! I smacked a b**h up, for talking too much I said she can't speak til' her stocking is stuffed She didn't seem to think one co*k is enough So Q-Bone hurried over now we're roasting her rough!