The Clyde

[Chorus]
Stick this Elk Ridge through your chest, Ima take you through the Clyde
Plastic bags like Dexter Morgan, with your body parts inside
Catch me out in Tyre, on the scheme, I ain't hard to find
Prolly popping oxycodone pills, but I ain't get them scribed
She ask me why I'm wearing latex gloves, I told her shut her mouth
It ain't shit for me to boot your door and stab a cunt down
It ain't shit for me to up a blade and put you in the ground
Leave your kids without a dad, then go to bed and sleep so sound

[Verse]
The opiates the only thing from keeping me from crashing out
I'm on the phone to Sky support, I'm logging into your account
I'm logging in your Coinbase, I'm bout to make a good amount
My guy in Manc doing fraud, we got them methods gie's a shout
I'm with my German making bread, this the only shit we know
I hope that one day we be living better, God, don't give me hope
You ain't understand, till i'ts your head walking through that rope
The way I'm fucking with this codeine linctus, I'ma get a stroke
The way I'm fucking with these oxy pills, I'ma overdose
I feel like Travis Bickle, leave a faggot slumped in his close
Walking in your flat, got that rambo knife in my coat
You gotta stab the lungs, or take them out, or else the body floats

[Chorus]
Stick this Elk Ridge through your chest, Ima take you through the Clyde
Plastic bags like Dexter Morgan, with your body parts inside
Catch me out in Tyre, on the scheme, I ain't hard to find
Prolly popping oxycodone pills, but I ain't get them scribed
She ask me why I'm wearing latex gloves, I told her shut her mouth
It ain't shit for me to boot your door and stab a cunt down
It ain't shit for me to up a blade and put you in the ground
Leave your kids without a dad, then go to bed and sleep so sound