Ay, yo

It's the master wicked, terror creepin' in ya kitchen

Takin' pictures of your 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 your dad's boots

I'm the super cooch cougar, fingering ya mom inside an Uber

Goin' backwards, fuck Backwoods

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

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

Comin' 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's 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 form the dead with a baggie full of lead

And red lasers, settin' fire to ya neighbors

Immune to tasers, cut ya throat and then I eat the razor

I'm on the otha 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 Mew-two

I'm on the otha 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 your cockpit

I got the sick shit ya ho be fuckin' with, knuckle- bust ya lip

On a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

They call me King Koopa, the chemical abuser

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

'Cause I got the juice like bishop, comin' to fix your 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 otha 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 Mew-two

I'm on the otha 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'