Imma get these mother fuckers crunk
Enemies I throw em in the trunk
All the baddest women getting drunkIf you wanting crack, then I′m the plug
Imma get these mother fuckers crunk
All your favorite rappers in the dump
All the baddest women getting humped
Shxggy back at bat you better run
I'm having fun
I′m on a mission
Packing ammunition
Stop some asses living
I'm that sadist, slashing at some victims
Ashes in your kitchen
Y'all forgot about that psychopath
That stacked up all them dishes
After having lentils with some women
All fileted and wrapped with ribbon
I′m back to throw em on that chopping block
I′m in a shower cap while wearing crocs
I rock a bloody smock
These fuckers think I'm soft, like in some slippers wearing fuzzy socks
But I been hard as fuck like Milly Rocking to some shitty pop
When they were Soulja Boy-in, I was getting top from bottom chicks
In closets next to pile of bricks and sockets and some mops and shit
I stuffed it in her pocket, got her hotter than some rockets get
And fucked her in her bonnet, causing gossip from some colonists
I call myself TKOxxx, cuz I′m not living on some cautious shit
I call myself a king, so obviously ain't got no common sense
I′m playing hide and seek with hella bodies up in Providence
I don't give a fuck if I′m locked up unless it's conjugal visiting
It's that slightly alcoholic, poon addicted prick from Baltimore
I′m picking pussy hairs up out my teeth, and making room for more
Cuz I been eating those who running game, I mean who keeping score
Man Imma rub em out like they be tryna do to cold sores
I need an Usher, guiding me through all the walks of life
Cuz I been tryna right the wrongs I′ve done but end up with a knife
And end up writing all my wrongs in songs to get them psychos hype
They think I'm talking bout a broad, when traveling with loads of white
I got my nose on high, like acting snotty, but it′s blow inside
These IG models, y'all been stroking to, we just don′t coincide
Cuz I done hit a few, and honestly, they saw my broken side
And wasn't with the mind fuck, they prudish with no open mind
Not that I can blame em, even Satan hates what I′m about
I got these Satanists to burn their sage, in hopes I'm staying out
Cuz I been on the psychopath too long I need a safer route
Maybe Imma soften up and take the road of chasing clout
Imma get these mother fuckers crunk
Enemies I throw em in the trunk
All the baddest women getting drunk
If you wanting crack, then I'm the plug
Imma get these mother fuckers crunk
All your favorite rappers in the dump
All the baddest women getting humped
Got my nigga on to show what′s up
We going nuts
They want the old me
All you had to do was say so
I been tryna lay low
Officers in plainclothes
Been trying to catch the arsonist
Touchin yayo
Sorry I can′t hardly hear you
Less you talkin pesos
Imma put a fuckin razor blade
Where his chain go
Piano wire round his neck
Yank till the thang go
Pop
Now bitch lock it drop it
Grab another thirty shots
For dirty glocks
And grab the slide and cock it
Fuck it
Ain't this what you wanted
You done got me started on some shit
And I ain′t stoppin till your momma mourning
Prolly pop you then see you on Sunday mornin
In an airbrushed t
And a bouquet of black dahlias for ya
Drop em softly on ya
Fuck bein lyrical
I need a miracle
Hail Mary I got twenty pounds
In the rental car
My brain ain't been the same
Since I od′d
Need to approach me
I suggest you do it slowly
Homie
Understand me
Came up off a gram
In a Camry
Can't stand me
Feed her
Dick and plan b
I don′t need a Grammy
Split a couple hundred
Grand with my family
Pushin weight
While you pushin dandy
Lions
I'm tryin
To keep from cryin
The sirens
Been steadily singin
Swan songs mournin
For zion
Fresh off a fifty-one fifty
I'm back in this shit
I got mud in my sippy
I′m lifted
Kill all of my enemies quickly
Swiftly
Bang in the night
All the sid got me trippy
Thinking that I never asked for life
Mother fuck the afterlife
Need a bullet for my appetite
Full mags for the socialites
Arson always so polite
Till I get the pussy
Then I′m ghostin like
