The Clean Up by Denace Lyrics

You hear the sirens (whoo whoo)
I'm on fire, I'm hot dog, call me Mr. Oscar Myer
I'm stuck to the game, throw away the fucking pliers
I'm a pro, excuse me who let in these fucking miners?

I'm sick like aids, you don't wanna fuck with me
Matter fact ain't nobody round here even touchin me
Here's a little freestyle for my youtubers
I'm here to clean game up, where's my poop scooper?

There it is, I got it
There's no need to be alarmed
Listen close, I'm an arsen over fiscally unarmed

Means when I spit
I spit that braa, then I hit targets dead center like an heart attack
I'm spittin it slow so ya'll can understand
When I fuck Alice, I take her to a wonderland
Enough of me bragging about what's under my underpants
Ima call you homo's cause your tryin hard to touch us man
But you can't, but, but, but, but you can't
But, but, but, but you can't
But, but, but you can't you can't touch me, no never