(intro) yeah you kno who it is.... ya boy young john... yo imma punk this nigga clock werk right were man/ yo back off of us
(VERSE)clock work come to da chi id take you down/
make 1 false move and u already down/
thinkin you all tough and about/
read ya rhymns dog there full of doubt/
undefeated where?/
did you beat your little sister?/
or the wanksta element that sucks dick for paper/
i dont mata dog yall both suck dick for paper/ congratz dogg (haha) propz to ya rhymns so pathetic come down here there only worth a dime/ i mean i got to admit theres no thug in my blood i dont lie in my rhymns like ya filthy crud/
i have words of all types of sorts/
after im done.. ya chances of moving on are on life support/
your rhymns dont work like cattle on shelves you say you undefeated you must be battling your self/
never been beat? battle me! your facing defeat/ your gonna be da punk thats be kissing my feet/ you got a big ego and i got underestimated now this young john just got you elimenated/
you think you get head... you think you hot... the only place you getting some is on ya desktop/
i wanna keep going but this is a waste of my time a waste of my mind fuck i suggest no one battle this nigga hes a waste of a rhymn/
(outro) sorry kid but ya chances of moving on just ended right here man... A you know what clock work i just pulled ya batteries out man now tell me how ya clock work.... HAHA ooo o man
