Video Rigamortis Remix de Aka Clive Burrows 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aka Clive Burrows - Rigamortis Remix Lyrics

[CB]
CB, you see me...

Incognito, the wordplay lethal
Feeble niggas been on my hitlist since evil been preached in cathedrals
Believe him, a heathen
Been breathin' firey secretion like demons
Yall niggas sweetened like forbidden trees and steven in eden
Im speaking in tongues
Funky mouth, gingivitis, Flapping my gums
I do it for fun, chum
Silver-Tongued bum make the women cum
So ahead, y'all yung ones sitting here worried about guns
You better run, fast
See the mask, metal
Tremble, I resemble DOOM who looming right behind it
Got the gold touch on the microphone like Midas
Trident with the hydro-flow, Poseidon
Embaressing make-shift stiffs with this late weightless spit shit
Quit or suck a dick
Fairy niggas saying nothing, cause they scared of him
(Who he? CB? not me, I dont know'em")
Ripping thru your mental with the sytche of Grim
Trifiling hoes want the pipe
Cause she said im like twice of him, mad cause she liking it
Out-swimming Frank Ocean dranking on some dirty Brooke Lynn potion
Never foldin', Bars are golden
Cause the flow is never going sour
Me and specs fucking radder, we the baddest
Raddest trash bandits to ever go all organic
So delisiouco my flows is mingled with Spanish
Bonito Flakito, im legal, but so fucking outlandish
No guns but what i'll brandish will make your manship just vanish so can it, comprende?
Dont panic, Im Zen so call me sensei
Or Haruko, Waverly Wizardly Alex Russo, Tu gusto?
Tambien me llamo clive burrows
Killing tracks thorough, FCL and The Secret Circle virtuoso
Dilly Dally, me and sally
Call that a daily double
Mad must be you, I rap reverso, you want some trouble?
Ya'll fruity pebble niggas is familiar to barney rubble
Ya'll powderpuff pussies is sweet, rap name is bubbles
Kick rocks, nigga withcha pissy puddle socks flip flops
Real trip-hop puking dukie shit up out your jukebox
[Hook]
What happens when you get a couple hoes and you throw'em in the freezer? she got Rigamortis