Testi:
Clowns For Progress

shit down, baby ain't no time to clown Takin Southbound but I turn around where it start gettin brown I ain't no dooty hound, shit I lay my duty down Pound for

Twisting their frames like tumbleweeds, blister their brains Then bounce to the whorehouse for more whiskey and things [Verse 2: Goretex] Like Navajos and Mayans, wrap the skin of tigers for

For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line This is not the fate is for sure

saddle The world's most progressive cowboy And don't forget the clown I'm ridin' high, I'm ridin' low Prince of the rodeo (Thanks to Jorgoman for these

dues I'm at the top of the food chain And I should get an award for slept on peeps So this beat'll be perfect for my acceptance speech Forever loved

a 2-11 homie, that's a jack in progress And I bang for the South, still I rep for the West Who get sunk up in the street, for the heat I possess And this

(feat St. Lunatics) (City Spud) Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga Now I

register on stethoscopes Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart 'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart Preventive detention for

to get her to handle somethin And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton That good for nothin bitch is useless for a convict Im nuttin