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Kounterclockwise - The Fool Lyrics



Kounterclockwise - The Fool Lyrics




When life hands you shit put it in a bag place it on the
Porch of your enemies house set it on fire ring the doorbell
Then and watch the fun if that don't work pull out a gun
Shoot him and his piss in the bed son so he wont come
After you later oppress oppressor bully the bully kill the killer
Enslave the master now feel the torture nigga whatever mad
Hatter with a dagger with every slash your blood Splatters
Bucking like a beretta this is trail by fire you rappers a trial and error time
To feel the horror from my holy reign of Terror
Like a Spanish inquisition preacher now confess before i burn all you
Motherf*ckers!

Sometimes you gotta play the fool to fool the fool who thinks
There fooling you this is what you do

This savage planet is an obscene scene rip GORK Eck The
Green Being being shot in back by a coward i want to hear him
Scream in front of his moms girl and seed revenge is a bitch indeed
Tell me nigga do you bleed if he dies he dies like
Drago said to Apollo Creed and that goes for dancers singers
D.J's and MC's even the hype man can get the pipe man under
Your bed like the boogie man enter the sandman take my hand
We're off to never never land back in the saddle again i roll
Around in my wheelchair like professor x from the x-Men pro Black
Like the X Clan f*ck the policeman i'll ram and bam that
Head like Bam Bam from the Flintstones i shine like a Rhinestone
Then stuff some raw cones to keep my mind in The Zone stay high
And stoned little tipsy from the patron rap is Attack clones
These streets is a war zone we're Headed Towards the end zone life
Is the twilight zone nigga strap Yourselves in better hold on before you get Thrown

Sometimes you gotta play the fool to fool the fool who thinks
There fooling you this is what you do
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When life hands you shit put it in a bag place it on the
Porch of your enemies house set it on fire ring the doorbell
Then and watch the fun if that don't work pull out a gun
Shoot him and his piss in the bed son so he wont come
After you later oppress oppressor bully the bully kill the killer
Enslave the master now feel the torture nigga whatever mad
Hatter with a dagger with every slash your blood Splatters
Bucking like a beretta this is trail by fire you rappers a trial and error time
To feel the horror from my holy reign of Terror
Like a Spanish inquisition preacher now confess before i burn all you
Motherf*ckers!

Sometimes you gotta play the fool to fool the fool who thinks
There fooling you this is what you do

This savage planet is an obscene scene rip GORK Eck The
Green Being being shot in back by a coward i want to hear him
Scream in front of his moms girl and seed revenge is a bitch indeed
Tell me nigga do you bleed if he dies he dies like
Drago said to Apollo Creed and that goes for dancers singers
D.J's and MC's even the hype man can get the pipe man under
Your bed like the boogie man enter the sandman take my hand
We're off to never never land back in the saddle again i roll
Around in my wheelchair like professor x from the x-Men pro Black
Like the X Clan f*ck the policeman i'll ram and bam that
Head like Bam Bam from the Flintstones i shine like a Rhinestone
Then stuff some raw cones to keep my mind in The Zone stay high
And stoned little tipsy from the patron rap is Attack clones
These streets is a war zone we're Headed Towards the end zone life
Is the twilight zone nigga strap Yourselves in better hold on before you get Thrown

Sometimes you gotta play the fool to fool the fool who thinks
There fooling you this is what you do
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Writer: Douglas Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Kounterclockwise - The Fool Video
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Performed By: Kounterclockwise
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Douglas Johnson

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