Clorox Bleach - Spose

So this rapper who had dissed me hit me up

Said he wants to collab

Bro we gotta collab

He said, fam we gotta build for the culture bro

Let’s get on a track

We gotta get on a track

Now I could’ve just ignored it but I couldn’t resist

I know toilets that are less full of shit

He must not know that I heard his cute little raps

That were lamer than a white dad doing the dab

So I had to hit reply

And I typed this out

I said I’d rather drink Clorox bleach

Or get punched by Conor McGregor

Than get on a song with you bro, let’s make it official

In the year two thousand and never

I would rather drink Clorox bleach

About a year later, I saw him outside the Red Sox game

Red Sox game

I didn’t know who he was, but he walked up

And he told me his name

I forget your name

He said I know we had our differences in the past

But you and me on a track, man the people would spaz

So maybe this September get together at last

I was caught off guard and suppressing a laugh

He said, sure I was immature

But bro whaddya say?

I said I’d rather drink Clorox bleach

Or get bombed by North Korea

I know god isn’t real 'cause no god would keep you alive

And kill 2Pac and Aaliyah

I would rather get mauled by a bear

Or have somebody spill some AIDS in my hair

Than appear on a track with somebody as wack as you

I would rather drink Clorox bleach

This goes out to all the dudes who talk shit but don’t pay no dues

Can you get a verse from the king of Maine?

Bro, nah

On SoundCloud with my name in your mouth

Here’s a pro tip for you: shut the fuck up right now

I would rather bleed, not know how to read

Rather run out of weed than collaborate

Fuck a fake emcee, I’ll die in a stampede

'Fore I give a sixteen, you can’t hang

I play acoustic guitar that’s as hard as your bars

When you’re up on stage with the lyrics and the beat

Don’t let your hometown make you think you got the crown

You’re not world renowned, who’s that?

That’s he

S to the P, I don’t even gotta spell it

Drop another album, I don’t even gotta sell it

'Cause the last one’s sellin' and the wack one’s jealous

I heard their new song, it made me want to drink

Clorox bleach

Or go jump off my roof

When your mom told you you were good, she wasn’t telling the truth

I said I’d rather get mauled by a bear

Or have somebody spill some AIDS in my hair

Than appear on a track with somebody as wack as you

I would rather drink Clorox (Drink drink drink)

Clorox (Bro I would rather drink)

Clorox bleh