[Intro: Larone Burnette]

Clueless (Ohhhhhh, clueless)

Mindless

Clueless (We're gonna leave you mindless)

Mindless (Divine bringin' on down)

[Verse 1: Solé]

Supreme, all about my cream, can you dig the tihs?

Finna be hella rich made a switch to kill the snitch

Turned out to be a nothing but a hater

I pull the trigger, it bites the liver

To the MO; dead on arrival

Homicidal when we ride taking ya title

It ain't nothing but a thing, 'cause everybody gotta die

Everybody gotta lie, hit the scene

I'm all about the green and the cash

Give it up fast: the no-no, player watch for the po-po

Bring a 'cain dealer as I bring the pain killer

On the low low creepin' affiliated

See a chick demonstrate it, make 'em frustrated

Complicated with a buzz, burst until a heater must kickin' up dust

Crushin' competition I'm on, on a mission

Mitch wanna be dissin' at the same time

Ass kissin', hopin' they wishin' that I

Play out, fade out never heard of me, but occurred to be

Greatest, Mitch hate this

Dope ain't nothin' but a word to me

Really worth to me, gotta rock it up, gotta stock it up

Upon game Mitch you gotta mop it up, soakin'

No jokin', can't breathe

No more messin' 'round, start chokin'

Everybody that I meet (What you doin'?) dealin'

Everybody peep it: the lyrical context to get hexed by voodoo

No tellin' what's next you're clueless

[Chorus: Larone Burnette]

Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out

When the Divine and N9na come for you, are you dreaming?

Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player

Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?

Death around the corner and it shows tonight

('Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin'

And now you clueless about your situation

Lights out, we know it's hesitation)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

I'm about to hit 'em with Amerikilla

Gotta get a little bit more of that skrilla

What the hell a hater gonna do

When they come face to face with a 9 milla

(Backed the kcuf off ya, none out but you just hopped off I crush ya)

See me when I'm comin' with a (Ch-ch-ch)

Better hope you'll never hear the (Hah-ah-ah)

Bust every day, many day, any day

I spray it at the hater that claim he's on

Make that hater say hee-hah Dameon

Devil child, devil's son, by the rule of the God with the rebel's gun

And if that trick no like it, suck me huevos hun, hum

Is that killer with the flow not so-so

Never with a Willie Bobo, hot like cocoa beautiful just like Acapulco, poke your ho, oh

She's wet, she's aqua, clueless trick, never had to jock her

All over my sack and nobody, niggaro not even you can stop her

La Cosa Nostra, me phlegm booster, ride that track like a roller coaster

Come a little closer, see a motherkcuf like Tech N9na toast you

N9ne Tech comin' with Divine, just remain mindless

When I flex you, you get next to the real killer

But a Bade Mitch motherkcuf just stay at school

[Chorus: Larone Burnette]

Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out

When the Divine and N9na come for you, are you dreaming?

Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player

Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?

Death around the corner and it shows tonight

('Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin'

And now you clueless about your situation

Lights out, we know it's hesitation)

[Verse 3: Solé]

It's all mystery, check out the history

Follow the trickery, hollow tips are loaded from the Tech N9ne

Known to bust caps everytime, won't you rewind it? (yrlived)

Got 'em blinded, simple minded

Gotta get up behind, stop wicked and wild somethin' like pow!

I make 'em all really wonder how, can we kill 'em?

Have we deal them?

36 grams up in 'em, like snakes deadly venom dangerous

Mess around gotta hit 'em, Tech N9na and Divine

Rollin' up can't stop the bum-rush

While playa-haters come to us, victorious, so glorious

Mitch Bade is dumb to us, Notorious

Like Biggie, is she really from Kansas City, Missouri?

Mitch you better be hear me, better be fear me, nothin' but an enemy

On my way to make many G's in the industry, that's how it gotta be

Everybody be useless another murder committed, clueless

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]

You ever dance with a devil in a pale moonlight

I usually ask about my prey

I'm gonna be level when I'm on a mic

You fool I'm a live round when I spray

I'm for the caddash I mean fit ass

Make a lot of money, lit ass and made us sentimental

Never did I make Biancas whine Nonoxynol-9

Get spunked, not even I keep bickin' a bud

Never get with the Bianca when they wake up, enough

Clueless, who less, me and you foolish

This when a nigga do best

But if you bite your thumb at me

Tecca N9na gotta make a punk of you

Much more strength than an attitude

Bigger than the Capulet and the Montague

Who really wanna get involved?

When I bust like a sailor, quinta for my mailer

Will you do me a favor? Get lost

Or get your head torn off by the flip boss

Killa clown, look around, hella off the hook

And I stays in the killa zone now, milla dawn

Niggas be clueless and more so than Alicia Silverstone

[Chorus: Larone Burnette]

Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out

When the Divine and N9na come for you, are you dreaming?

Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player

Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?

Death around the corner and it shows tonight

('Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin'

And now you clueless about your situation

Lights out, we know it's hesitation)

[Bridge: Larone Burnette]

We're gonna leave you clueless, clueless

And all you peeps and hustlers wonder why and how do they we do it, do it

(Coming with the-) Coming with finesse, you're messin' with the best

Stop nothing but music, bumped and straight to ya

Don't try to fight it, or even bite it

Just bumped the music to your head and get excited

'Cause we comin' real smooth, so what you wanna do

Wanna be down with me and my crew?

[Outro]

Oh yeah!

Larone, you know what I'm sayin'?

My homegirl Divine

Tech N9na

Of course that man on the track master, Don Juan

It's comin' like that y'all

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