(Ay yo)

It′s the master wicked, Terror creepin' in ya kitchenTakin′ pictures of yo' bitch, then dippin' with a vengeance

I′ll slice you and dice you, entice you to get loose

Then stitch you back together with the laces from ya dad′s boots (I'm the-)

I′m the super cooch cougar

Fingerin' ya mom inside tha Uber

Going backwards, fuck Backwoods

I′m pullin' on a flask full of premium gas

In the back of ya class, rockin′ an all black ski mask

Coming with the shits that make you vomit

I see you on my dick, well hop up off it

I'm solo dolo for the profit

She make my cock spit (who though?)

Ya bitch do, yo

She on my boat right now, let's see if she can float

I′m sick in the head, twisted like a dread

Terror comin′ back from the dead

With a baggie full of lead and red lasers

Settin' fire to ya neighbors

Immune to tazers

Cut ya throat and then I eat the razor

I′m on the other side

Drank too much bleach, finally I died

Every time you look into the sky

You will see my eyes

Starin' back at you

With a .32 cocked

Five knives in my shoes

And a holographic Mewtwo

I′m on the other side

Popped too many pills, thought I'd never die

Fuckin′ the reality I left behind

There is no afterlife, just another knife

Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hidin' in ya attic

Plannin′ when he′s next attackin'

The pathologic, deranged homicidal prophet

Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in yo′ cockpit

I got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin' with

Knuckle bust ya lip

On an acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

They call me King Koopa, the chemical abusa

I′m pullin' up on yo′ ass with the .44 to shoot ya

'Cause I got the juice like Bishop

Comin' to fix yo′ bitch′s makeup

Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

I'm goin′ off like a motherfuckin' sprinkler

Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver

And put ya body in my backpack, strapped with a fat gat

And a dead cat hangin′ from my fanny pack

Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk

Now hold on tight, because I′m 'bout to hit this gnarly speed bump

Hear you scream and beg for mercy, but I told you not to snitch

If you actin' like a bitch

You get fucked like a bitch

I′m on the other side

Drank too much bleach, finally I died

Every time you look into the sky

You will see my eyes

Starin′ back at you

With a .32 cocked

Five knives in my shoes

And a holographic Mewtwo

I'm on the other side

Popped too many pills, thought I′d never die

Fuckin' the reality I left behind

There is no afterlife, just another knife

Waitin′ for the psychopathic addict hidin' in ya attic

Plannin′ when he's next attackin'