Mr. Clean

I'm so fresh like Mr. Clean
I might rupture his fuckin' spleen
Leave him in a ditch with no snitches left in between
Try to call for help I'm not selfish
No self esteem

Since when the fuck did I start roastin' myself on my beats

(like)

Piece together my fuckin' past
Like a broken window
All shattered glass
Gotta pass the time with raps I made
Rap is now a mascarade
Half you rappers sound the same
And I might pass em up and lacerate
Maybe
Tack it up the plot I made
And far away
Try to make some farce ok

Like party
We don't part ways
Hardy
We hate Bruce Wayne
No shame I show up tardy with not fucks to take

Sound so tuff I don't even have friends
I don't even have bands
I don't even have shit
I don't -

I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean

I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean

I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean

I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean
But I'm depressed
Obsessed with me