��It's the master wickedTerror creeping in your kitchenTaking pictures of your bitchThen dipping with the pigeonsI'll slice you and dice youEntice you toGet looseThen stitch you back togetherWith the laces from your dad's bootsI'm the super cooch cougarFingering your mom inside the UberGoing backwards* backwardsI'm hauling out my blastFollow premium gasIn the back of your classRocking an all black ski maskComing with the shits that make you vomitI see you on my dickWe'll hobble my fitI'm soloDon't look for the profitShe make my cock spitWho though?Your bitch doYo, she on my boat right nowLet's see if she can flopI'm sick in the headTwist it like a dreadTerror coming backFrom the deadWith the backHe throw the leadAnd red lasersSetting fire to your neighborsImmune to tasersCut your throatAnd then I eat the razorI'm on the other sideDrink too much bleachFinally I dieEvery time you look into the skyYou will see my eyesStaring back at youWith a .32 cockFive nines in my shoesAnd a holographic mule suitI'm on the other sidePut too many pillsThought I'd never dieFuckin' the realityI left behindThere is no afterlifeJust another knifeWaiting for the psychopathic addictHiding in your atticPlanning when he's ex-attackingThe pathologicThe realityStrange homicidal prophetObnoxiousEnough to sash a kilo in your cockpitI got the sick *You ho be fuckin' withKnuckle bust you litOn a acid tripWith all my lasers on my hipThey call me King CooperThe chemical abuserI'm pullin' up on your assWith a .44 to shoot yaCause I got the juice like BishopComin' to fix your bitches makeupTo make a hiccup in your beardBefore you wake upI'm goin' off like a motherfuckin' sprinklerMake your knees weakBefore I cut you with a cleaverAnd put your body in my backpackShrack with a fat gatAnd a dead catHangin' from my fanny packDoin' about a hundredWith you in the trunkNow hold on tightBecause I'm about to hitThis gnarly speed bumpHear you screamin' backFrom my seatBut I told you not to snitchIf you actin' like a bitchYou get * like a bitchI'm on the other sideDrink too much bleachFinally I dieEvery time you look into the skyYou will see my eyesStarin' back at youWith a .32 cockFive nines in my shoesAnd a holographic mute tooI'm on the other sidePut too many pillsThought I'd never dieFuckin' the realityI left behindThere is no afterlifeIt's just another nightWaitin' for the psychopathic addictHiding in your atticPlanning when these niggas attackin'