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