https://twitter.com/BasedClowny/status/1436331111722913795

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Cheers, Enjoy your war. Tick tock tick tock.

tick tock tick tock is it tock or tok ? or toc ? tic tic tic tic tic non the less.

I said Namaste, I said please.. what else is there ? besides hard evidence that is.

Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte
Quicker done than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya
Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time?
And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on with my bad self
I'm the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker
Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes
I'm doper than the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
I'm hardcore to the Bone, I'm Thuggish Ruggish
The Green-Eyed, Bandit, I be ERRRICK SERRRMON
I gets real determined
And one for the trouble, and two for the bass
I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace
And if you don't know, y'all better recognize
I'm coming through with speed, with pounds of weed

Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo I'm representin the Hill
With chips and clips and tons of blue steel
So who wants to be the first nigga to die?
Then try and test this, buddha blessed Gemini
You get thrown sent home in a coffin
Punk stuff don't make it back, very often
I got Erick to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin
Bustin open the doors to the temple
Takin you to the dark side of your mental

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy
finger up on the pen, be like "He the bomb, dicky!"
These off-keys MC's hawk me, they won't get off me
So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies *bzzzzt*
Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis
is what I leave your crew with, boom bip or some two and two shit
Raw silk, cuz YOU DO IT TO MY MUSIC
*Funk Doctor Spock* lock the hypest
individual, to put criminal in diapers
With my nigga E and Cypress, what I write bitch
You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis
in your back yard, word to God, Def Squad!
With my nigga Keith in the place takin charge
Word up you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder
You're deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

Steppin to the park in the Hill you can't hang
The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang
Don't slip, the late night hype, is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip
Can't feel me, if I was crack you'd try to steal me
Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me
Keep your hands on your hood, you get got
The Green-Eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock
You wish you could hang, like I hang
Dwells in the C-P-T, the hood thing
G, the trigga finger, I'ma get you
Hit you, the Tech 9, I'ma split you
Ain't no poppin, no stoppin
Tick to the tock, tick tock I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, don't bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with Cypress

My opinion is always make the URL name (and invocation) simple.
So *time (or timewarp)

But I'd call the channel "Tick tock" maybe Tick's Tocks (lol.. +5 for Nik's Naks reference)
maybe tempus temporis

WOOHOO! Thanks!

Never thought I'd see this day. And it looks like you're about the join the club as well... Tick tock. That second hand moves so slowly.

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
There you go, bud.

I do a lot of on-the-spot banning of games right now with my kids. Like it's real sunny out I'll give them 2 or 3 "YOU'RE SUMMER IS TICKING AWAY..." "THIS IS ALASKA... LOOK OUT ThE WINDOW.... TICK TOCK TICK TOCK".... and then usually I have to turn it off and kick them out.

Yes MINK...you are so much smarter than we are. We bow to your obviously superior intellect.

And bravo to refer to a Bill Hicks rant to emphasize your point! What a joyful, happy life you must lead knowing how much better you are than us! Yes, we have zero clue and the advertising IQ of 24.

It's too bad because don't people like you rant and rant and rant until you hit about 30 then kill yourselves...leaving some rambling suicide note on how you were too good for the world? Tick tock, tick tock...the clock is running.

So, I found the full version on Google, tried to sift it here, and somebody discarded it as a dupe, which it isn't.

Is the reason nobody will save it because it's hotlinked in these comments (something I didn't know when I submitted) or because the person who discarded my submission (and the person who discarded his own attempt to submit the full version two weeks ago) didn't even bother looking close enough to notice the difference and now won't fix his mistake.

Tick tock, tick tock.

this is a dupe, but the original is dead. drforeverclear's got 7 days. (tick-tock! tick-tock!...)

Think if the element of feud and religion could be taken out of the equation, and begin to see the futility in a world able to be led so easily by the skilled....the end of bullshit will come when the leaders not to be trusted or believed, will be ignored...neglect has become the ally of the circus of leaders and led.....and the hog of the afflicted

There can't be forgotten the reality, of a world slipping backward with regard to retention of the old ways....the dark ages or worse.....it has happened before, it will happen again.....tick tock

Lyrics to the best of my knowledge:
"Doodly ding dong tick tock
Dethklok! Detklok! Dethklok! Dethklok!
I'll... teach you... who... rock!
Dethklok, Dethklok!
Swisgaar Skwigelf taller than a tree
Toki Wartooth not a bumblebee
William Murderface Murderface Murderface
Pickles the Drummer doodly doo
Nathan Explosion!"

Tick tock.. this one is getting old in the queue.. You know you want it to make front page. You can't fight the inevitable. It has 8 votes, so come on now..

Yes, you.