Clockwork

[Commentary: Sesta]

Yeah, boy!

[Verse 1: Sesta]

I ain't try the wine, you couldn't find a ride

Sit it beside a mindset he kind of alike

I'm fornicatin', asphyxiation

With a bit of rope and gravitation

If you really wanna help maybe whisper somethin' bit rank

Give me five minutes and I'll finish in your fish tank (Uh)

I just signed up for the Mars mission

All your bars in the bar kissin'

Very sweet, sugar sauce, yum! Bit soft, get lost

Wasn't even diggin' the idiot that you bitten from

Cool as an Aryan, class barbarian (Woo!)

Anybody here who want it, buddy, I'll bury 'em

Body ready but I ain't here though

I am James Doakes, you a fuckin' weirdo

I got the Abbott daughters caught in a boat

I sent 'em back, everything was intact, and then their water broke

[Scratches: ADFU]

"Shitty"

"Gritty" "Terrorize your city"

"Shitty" "Gritty" "Keep the chickenheads gobblin'"

"Shitty" "Gritty" "Terrorize your city"

[Verse 2: Hons]

Man, we back, goin' ham on this

I'ma smoke these motherfuckers till we top the bill like cancer did

That's [?] no hunt for Red October

Daylight savings in our bank [?] straight melanomas

Ranga rage when I sunburn you

Comfortable in my own skin, don't fuck with furries here

Or a purpose and I'ma share mine

Make the competition fall back like Hawthorn's hairline

G.E., we the genuine elitist

Gentlemen in the bedroom, second comin' like I'm Jesus

Funkoars, the name hold weight, you even lift, bro?

I'm shittin' on these rappers, doin' squats all-day

So wave the checkered flag as I cross the line

You still stuck in first gear like a hipster's bike

Ace of spades up my sleeve so I can deal the hand of death

So far surpassed next level, we expansion sets

[Verse 3: Trials]

Yeah

They need a laxative like Chris Brown needs to have an accident

Importing my water and started practisin'

Karate (Pow!), couldn't even fuckin' do pilates

While balancin' a diet of Valium, chicken parmies

And farmies to OxyContin, got my brain droppin' out my skull

Serve it up with plain topping in a bowl (Yum)

Come and go, bet I seen it before

I pray to God but got a feeling that he's screenin' my calls (Hello?)

That's your first mistake

I put a razorblade in every single layer of your birthday cake (Surprise!)

Then I bounce with the plague in a briefcase

On my way to drop it in the middle of the freeway (Hello)

Free paper, piff purple haze (You can feel the heat!)

I could spit and the shit would still burn for days

You got a Snapchat from New York fat cat (But what?)

No question, the answer is DOTH

[Commentary: Sesta & K21]

Once again, that's a wrap my friends

Two-thousand-and-fourteen G.E. mixtape over

And just like we do

We gotta end this on a posse track to kill all posse tracks

All right, all right, all right, all right

What we got? What we got?

My main man Hons is gonna be settin' this off

Followed by the entire crew

Peace out my friends!