The Otha Side

(Ay yo) It's the master wicked, Terror creepin' in ya kitchen Takin' 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'