Look to the left see all the homies dabbin'
Look to the right peep all the ladies chattin'
Almost outta green Imma go on packin'
Gotta live this shit while you still have it
Time is a tickin' away for me
But goddammit, I'm almost free
Imma go get me that damn degree
But I don't need that damn degree
To spit heat heat heat
Lately I've been feelin' beat beat beat
Glued to my seat seat seat
Can you feel me?

Come spend a weekend at Clutch's

Fuck off ladies, you don't get no hate
And the homies who are listening know their names
Like Ms. Icyhot, oh Ms. Icyhot
You motherfucker you most of all deserve to rot
In hell
That was some fucked shit
But, ya know,
I ain't one to hold grudges
And,
Yeah, ya know,
I ain't one to hold grudges
But I, I pray,
One night you'll choke on yeah said
I, I pray,
One night you'll choke on that

I'm so damn bitter
Let ya know she was a spitta

Come spend a weekend at Clutch's

Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Haha
I spit like, I'm sick
Wear all black cause I ain't stylish
Bumpin' Childish
Black and mildish type smoke
Up in my silverish whip
You break the bong you Kyle'd it
Yea, he's only the first
In a long list of motherfuckers that
Invited me in
And call me brother
And aren't ever too busy to help a homie get over
Some kinda shit
Like damn my whip
Ain't workin' today
'Ey clutch can you help me get to 30th and K?
This is a house of demons and dark shit alike
And Imma scribble it all down so I can get the story right
So hop in, sit tight,
spark that j, here's a light

Come spend a weekend at Clutch's