Clock on the wall, keep ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay Yo, I've been walking around in the streets of these cities I've tipped a few whiskeys, I rode a few ditties I made a few dollars, I bought a few bottles I popped a few collars and rocked a few models I pushed a few buttons, left all you cats guessing It's Guero Garcia, B.I., who you stressing? I'm effervescent, bout to drop lessons I had to kill whitey, word to the almighty I'm tailor made and I'm custom fitted Can't none of y'all cats do it like I did it I might come sing it, I might come spit it And if you wanna take it, try to come get it You get your wig splitted, or get your grill busted I'm crazy like the Beastie Boys, but still dusted Clock on the wall, keep ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay Clock on the wall, keep ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay Yo, all the gummies instrumental I spit heavy metal, never been from the ghetto Keeping math fundamental, caninite devil Caucasoid rebel, add some bass, add some treble And pump up my level, cause mad motherfuckers done bit my steez And the gamers got biters like dogs got fleas And all you dick writers get up off your knees Drinkers turn your bottles up, smokers burn your trees Learn your ABC's, mind your P's and Q's *** around, get shot up, wind up on the news Yo, it's Guero Garcia here singing the blues Rocking shiny jewels and some brand new shoes I love my mama cause she ain't raised no fools My golden rule, is stay holding the tool What you do until your peoples comes back on you Don't know when the grim reaper wants to rendezvous It's like Clock on the wall, keep ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock ticking, you don't quit hitting Clock on the wall, keep ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay I hear mad motherfuckers say they ready to die Acting like they don't care, but I swear they lie Tell you now, if they had to look death in the eye They begging, they pleading, they screaming, they cry When the reaper calls, you all root out You all root out when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all root out You all root out when the reaper calls I hear a lot of motherfuckers say they down for the kill Most of them are just clowns, but they swear they will Spend a lot of time being down, keeping it real But I pay more attention to the ones that keep still You all root out when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all root out You all root out when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all root out Clock on the wall, keep ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock ticking, you don't quit hitting Clock on the wall, keep ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock ticking, you don't quit hitting