It's the master wicked
Terror creeping in your kitchen
Taking pictures of your bitch
Then dipping with the pigeons
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 your mom inside the Uber
Going backwards
* backwards
I'm hauling out my blast
Follow premium gas
In the back of your class
Rocking an all black ski mask
Coming with the shits that make you vomit
I see you on my dick
We'll hobble my fit
I'm solo
Don't look for the profit
She make my cock spit
Who though?
Your bitch do
Yo, she on my boat right now
Let's see if she can flop
I'm sick in the head
Twist it like a dread
Terror coming back
From the dead
With the back
He throw the lead
And red lasers
Setting fire to your neighbors
Immune to tasers
Cut your throat
And then I eat the razor
I'm on the other side
Drink too much bleach
Finally I die
Every time you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Staring back at you
With a .32 cock
Five nines in my shoes
And a holographic mule suit
I'm on the other side
Put too many pills
Thought I'd never die
Fuckin' the reality
I left behind
There is no afterlife
Just another knife
Waiting for the psychopathic addict
Hiding in your attic
Planning when he's ex-attacking
The pathologic
The reality
Strange homicidal prophet
Obnoxious
Enough to sash a kilo in your cockpit
I got the sick *
You ho be fuckin' with
Knuckle bust you lit
On a acid trip
With all my lasers on my hip
They call me King Cooper
The chemical abuser
I'm pullin' up on your ass
With a .44 to shoot ya
Cause I got the juice like Bishop
Comin' to fix your bitches makeup
To make a hiccup in your beard
Before you wake up
I'm goin' off like a motherfuckin' sprinkler
Make your knees weak
Before I cut you with a cleaver
And put your body in my backpack
Shrack 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 about to hit
This gnarly speed bump
Hear you screamin' back
From my seat
But I told you not to snitch
If you actin' like a bitch
You get * like a bitch
I'm on the other side
Drink too much bleach
Finally I die
Every time you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Starin' back at you
With a .32 cock
Five nines in my shoes
And a holographic mute too
I'm on the other side
Put too many pills
Thought I'd never die
Fuckin' the reality
I left behind
There is no afterlife
It's just another night
Waitin' for the psychopathic addict
Hiding in your attic
Planning when these niggas attackin'