[Verse 1]
Come fuck with that, little bitch
Can’t fuck with that
Rollin’ deep with the bitches of Beelzebub
Dick stiff in-between some big tits and ass
Goin’ tit-for-tat, chew the fat
No break bitch, keep the Kit-Kat
Then I x‘em out like they’re motherfuckin’ tic-tacs
Toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
I 69 that ho, make her deep throat
Hammer[head], Hammer[head], motherfuckin’
Weapons, lethal
Too old for this shit, fuck a sequel
Barely legal
Get your ass on the bed, spread eagle bitch
Straight fact
You ain’t straight, fag
Bitch is peggin’ your ass while you’re face down
Guess she be the one that always stays strapped
You see what I did there?
Pussy
Bitch, I’m gold
Can’t fuck with that shit right there, you motherfuckin’ pussy
Oh, sorry I said “fag”

[Hook 1]
Now that it’s summer, I get pussy on the reg
It’s time for supper, messy cause she's on the rag
I got my red wings, soar, eatin’ outta body bag
Straight outta coffin, walkin’ deadbeat dad
Fresher than a bitch from head to toe tag
I’m gettin’ head on the reg
I’m gettin’ head because the bitch on the rag
I’m gettin’ head on the reg
I’m gettin’ head because the bitch on the rag

[Bridge]
I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ pussy
I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ ...
Come fuck with that

[Verse 2]
Bash, smash, till your skull is cracked
I pour your motherfuckin’ brains out a Glad Bag
Slappin’ seven shades of shit out of your ass, grab
Back of the bitch’s head, make her ass gag
I’m gettin’ brain
I be that asshole, unknown on top of the grassy knoll
Shootin’ rounds until your head explodes
Bitch, I be gettin’ that brain
I’m spittin’ game at these dames leavin’ chemo
Both sick so she gets her pussy reamed, go
Fuck her while she throws up, feel her p hole
Clench on my dick
I’m unbelievable
That’s right, I’m unbelievable
She’s fuckin’ gone

[Hook 2]
Now that it’s summer, I get pussy on the reg
I make her beg, take her fuckin’ breath away
Instead of pussy, I be gettin’ some head
I leave no witnesses left
I bust and leave the bitch dead, okay
I’m gettin’ head from your bitch
Bitch, I'm gettin' pussy (she’s suckin’ dick)
I’m gettin’ head from your bitch
Bitch, I'm gettin' pussy
I’m gettin’ head from your bitch
Bitch, I'm gettin' pussy
I’m gettin’ pussy from everyone that you love

MUSIC FOR FORMER MILFS

Hammer[head] (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Intro]
White trash, white trash
Black mask, black mask
White trash, white trash
Shhh . . . listen

[Hook]
White trash with a black mask
White bitch, no ass
Black out; burn down the white house
White dust, sniffin’ uncut
Black slut gets fucked
Bust and fill her cunt up with a white nut
White trash with a black mask
White bitch, no ass
Black out; burn down the white house
White dust, sniffin’ uncut
Black slut gets fucked
Bust and fill her cunt up with a white nut
Black mask, and a black out bitch
Sniffin’ white dust, gettin’ Ambien
I slip that shit in her drink
And then I slip in her pink
She got no pulse, I bust and go call up an ambulance
Ambien

[Bridge]
I slip her Ambien and fuck her while she’s dreamin’
Pump his body full of bullets, and her pussy full of semen
Sleepin’ straight until the evenin’
Wakin’ up to hear her eatin’
Bacon, eggs and Plan B, a fuckin’ breakfast of a champion

[Verse 1]
99 bitches and the tower is gone (so long)
I paved the fuckin’ way, rollin’ through on the asphalt
(Bitch, I be) Gettin’ written scripts, a pharmaceutical mascot
I fingerfuck your bitch at ground zero, snortin’ up their ashes
They call me Lou Dang the way I take it to the hole
Her pussy missin’ me so bad like the Chicago Bulls
I’m causin’ treble, stealin’ palates off your fuckin’ cleft
Wonderin’ what’s that smell, it ain’t your fuckin’ upper lip
They call me Jerry Stackhouse with the way I’m buyin’ homes
It’s ludicrous, the list of cribs in different area codes
Got ghostwriters ‘cause Casper Squad is back up in the prose
Buyin’ the shirt off of her back, takin’ off all her clothes, bitch
Flushing Scotch, motherfucker
The goddamn Barbiturate Barracuda
Sendin’ stingrays to your heart

[Hook]
White trash with a black mask
White bitch, no ass
Black out; burn down the white house
White dust, sniffin’ uncut
Black slut gets fucked
Bust and fill her cunt up with a white nut
White trash with a black mask
White bitch, no ass
Black out; burn down the white house
White dust, sniffin’ uncut
Black slut gets fucked
Bust and fill her cunt up with a white nut
Black mask, and a black out bitch
Sniffin’ white dust, gettin’ Ambien
I slip that shit in her drink
And then I slip in her pink
She got no pulse, I bust and go call up an ambulance
Ambien

[Breakdown]
Scotch and Tomahawk
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you

[Verse 2]
Got the bitch in the trunk
Body be jumpin’ like some motherfuckin’ bass from my system
Bumpin’ out hits, straight Tubthumpin’
Cuttin’ to the chase
Bitin’ bumps out of her stomach
Spikin’ these motherfuckers when I touch down
Your kid just died
Get the fuck over here
The motherfucker writin’ ransom notes in the Ramsey’s home
You panty pissin’ pageant bitch

[Bridge]
I slip her Ambien and fuck her while she’s dreamin’
Pump his body full of bullets and her pussy full of semen
Sleepin’ straight until the evenin’
Wakin’ up to hear her eatin’
Bacon, eggs and Plan B, a fuckin’ breakfast of a champion

[Outro]
White trash, Ambien, white trash
White trash, Ambien, white trash
White trash, Ambien, white trash
White trash, Ambien, white trash

Ambien Music (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Hook]
We gettin’ shot down in the streets
Pour another one out for your dead homie
We gettin’ shot down in the club
Pour it up, cause she ain’t comin’ home with me
We gettin’ shot down in the streets
Pour another one out for your dead homie
We gettin’ shot down in the club
Pour it up, cause she ain’t comin’ home with me
We gettin’ shot (down)

[Bridge 1]
Put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up
House party; hold your whole family for ransom

[Verse 1]
Off of my Jonathan Rocker
Jerk off to Jonathan Cochran
Documents up in his office
Because that shit gets me off
I put myself in the coffin
Don’t get that shit, well Chewbacca
Waka Flocka Desperado
Guns stashed behind the guitarra
Bitch ass be gettin’ a dagger
The fuck through his Adam’s apple
Leavin’ him with a throat hollow
Leakin’ out that tomato
Like cinq – vingt in Colorado
Bullets and flow, so legato
It's Flushing Scotch, motherfucker
Monsieur El Diablo

[Bridge 2]
Put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up
House party; hold your whole family for ransom
Bitch, I got some ties to the mob
On my Spaghetti-O’s, tomato sauce from the gun shots

[Bridge 3]
She sees that dollar bill, she’s comin’ my way
Gotta lotta bills, I make her work hard for that pay
Let me see you drop that motherfucker down to the floor
Shake it like a baby that ain’t cryin' no more
(I join the devil’s chorus)
She sees that dollar bill, and she’s comin’ my way
She says she’s got a lotta bills
I don’t give a motherfuck
Still make that bitch work hard for the pay
To that pole you’re a slave
Flushing Scotch and Billy Tomahawk
Handin’ bitches bills like Duke Nukem
(Shot down)

[Verse 2]
Convincin’ kids to say “Flushing”
When they’re at school and they’re pumpin’
Motherfuckers get your guns
Get a buzz going or somethin’
When they ask, “Why did you do it?”
(Tell ‘em) Flushing told me to shoot ‘em
I’m fuckin’ serious, dog
Album ‘bout to drop real soon
(Fuckin’ kill them all)
Get bitches salivatin’, y’all
We be the rap game’s fuckin’ Pavlov
Vulcan neck pinch, little bitch
The motherfuckers you slept on
Pushin’ pencils through your temple
Suck my kiss, bitch keep it simple
Missin’ that shit just a little
Well, number two that’ll kill you
(That's it)

[Bridge 4]
Put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up
House party; hold your whole . 
Billy Bob T ‘em, curb stompin’ out their teeth
Put their faces on the front of some fresh white tees
They’re gettin’ shot down if they’re on my street
So pour another round for your dead homie

[Hook]
We gettin’ shot down in the streets
Pour another one out for your dead homie
We gettin’ shot down in the club
Pour it up, cause she ain’t comin’ home with me
We gettin’ shot (down)

[Bridge 5]
Put your hands up, put your fuckin’ hands up
House party; hold your whole family for ransom
Where’s the mozzarella and cheddar?
A clean cut killer, rape a bitch in turtleneck sweaters, all right
I’ll fuck your bitch till she thinks she’s on her period
Fuckin’ bitch

[Outro]
We gettin’ shot
We gettin’ shot
We gettin’ shot down

Shot Down (Prod. by Carcosa)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdOC4w7icl0

Flushing Scotch
Colin Bynes, Chef Donner
Leavin’ the bodies, the fallen, the fodder
I’m waitin’ for you at the bus stop
Hear them school bells ring, and them gunshots
After school special, bitch
Fuckin’ bleed, bitch

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ your god like a dog
I be flippin’ your Pog
Got you flippin’ out over the content of my songs
While you figure that out
I be flippin’ that shit to a bed from a couch
Flippin’ your bitch on her back
I be flippin’ from stickin’ my dick in her ass
To straight into her mouth
Said that I’m soft
Well, your bitch helped me straighten that out
Let me straighten this out

[Hook]
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the ...

[Bridge]
I’m shoutin’ Mazel Tov, I’m tossin’ these Molotovs
(I toss ‘em)
Got bitches runnin’ like they’re racing in Boston, bruh

[Verse 2]
Lookin’ to drink, what’ll it be?
Hmm, let me think
(Scotch and water)
Said she ain’t lookin’ for dick
Kick and split that bitch’s lip
Ain’t lookin’ for tricks, bitch
(Harlem Globetrotter)
Blowin’ my load in your ho
Marathon fuckin’ and in the end, bitch I explode
(Boston Bomber)
Lookin’ to find a shitty ass father
(Introduce me to your daughter)

[Hook]
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
I learned from the best, but bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the worst
Bitch I’m still the ...
Bitch I’m still the ...

Mazel Tov Cocktail (Prod. by Carcosa)  *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3RpkHHBMpM

[Hook]
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
I Tina Turner ass over on the bed, and make that ass clap like thunder, motherfucker
Kick flip, ollie oxen free
Red Rover, send that motherfuckin’ hoe to me
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker

[Verse 1]
She's a dime (bag), Reese's Pieces
Hanger ain't for the coat, nah, kill the fetus
Cuttin' lines and limes, I'm sippin' margaritas
I get her squealin' like a pig, onomatopoeia
Blunt wrappin' her body up, the fuck she now?
(And I be) cunt punchin' her, Rocky, and she's fuckin' down
I'm takin' her back to my place; then I take off her face
And we be fillin’ that pussy up until there ain't no more space
(Bitch is gettin’ dick)

[Hook]
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
I Tina Turner ass over on the bed, and make that ass clap like thunder, motherfucker
Kick flip, ollie oxen free
Red Rover, send that motherfuckin’ ho to me
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker

[Verse 2]
Slam dunk, ten feet even
8 feet sinkin’, you ain't breathin’, now you six feet deep in
Scotch and Tomahawk up in your home, that's four feet creepin’
2 feet you seein’ on your knees, ain't no one fuckin’ leavin’
She's eatin’ Xanny, then she's fuckin' out
Prescription nanny, bitch we hit the town
Fuck Casey
Then I snuff Caley
I put x's in your eyes, in mine I got dollar signs
A lot of x's in the flicks that I be watching at night
I never tell her when I'm coming that hoe loves a surprise
Openin’ legs around the world like pussy was a franchise
(They suckin’ dick)
Fuck breakfast, I already got my eggs
I like them fertilized, now get the motherfuck up out my bed, hoe
No Viagra when I bang her
I got veins up in my dick like Arnold motherfuckin’ Schwarzenegger

[Bridge]
Ollie, ollie oxen free
Red Rover, send that motherfuckin' hoe to me
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker (turntable scratches)

Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker

Blunt wrappin' (turntable scratches)
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker
Blunt wrappin' like a motherfucker (turntable scratches)
Like a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker
Motherfucker

Blunt Wrappin' (Prod. by Carcosa)  *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcWO5vB1Yk0

[Intro]
Je suis Monsieur Antichrist
Burn down your barn, and steal all your pottery, bitch

Flushing Scotch (yeah, motherfucker)
The fuckin’ Cough Syrup Coyote
Steady check ça, check ça, check ça

[Verse 1]
Oh my god, it’s that acid blotter tab
Cough syrup by the fuckin’ bottle have
No pulse, overdose on Loritab
Shakin’, foamin’ from the mouth
River Phoenix, hit the town
Did someone call Doctor Doalota Drugs?
Black heart, even blacker pair of lungs
I speak in tongues on LSD (right, right, right)
I make the bitch my main squeeze (right)
I cock it back, and turn her face to Swiss cheese (wrong)
I’m a mystery, a white airhead
Cock around the clock, rabbit 24/7 karat
Fucked up, flirtin’ with the Virgin Mary (Bloody Mary)
We poppin’ bottles, then I pop the bitch’s cherry
Je ne suis pas Charlie
And you be speakin’ like the Boshe if not for my country
The biggest stomachs, and the biggest army
Fuck that shit; right now we’re hungry
Eyein’ all of them dinosaur bones
Dyin’ when we throwin’ dynamite in your home
No more laughin’ Little Froggy when we kill your tadpoles
Burn the Louvre just to prove you don’t fuck with the throne

[Bridge 1]
Fuck everyone; download everything
Torrent all your shit, then I’m fuckin’ sharin’ it
Got a drive with your lifework that I’m carryin’
I’ll take what’s not mine, bitch, I’m an American
Bitch, I’m an American
Bitch, I’m an American
Bitch, I’m an American
Bitch, I’m an American
America

Consider your debt paid off
When I cut your fuckin’ head straight off
Bitch, I’m the American dream

[Verse 2]
You got a problem, bitch I’ll fuckin’ solvent
Rap game turpentine (rap game kill the queen)
Certain when these fingers get wrapped around your neck
And they be serpentine
I swear to fuck they will be hurtin’ then
I’m servin’ fiends, jinx on me
I motherfuckin’ killed it, Robert Durst the scene
I’m burstin’ in, shirt—no sleeves
I fuckin’ kill ‘em all, put ‘em in the hearse and leave
Yeah, it’s the vanilla face killer
Mercy me
Stickin’ dick in bitch where she shits
And we fillin’ her up till ain’t no more of us fit
Yeah, bath saltwater Florida boy
Make you bleed
Shovin’ my fist, and I’m wearin’ that bitch
Like a motherfuckin’ puppet movin’ her lips
I’m on Lorimer on Loritab
Loiterin’ outside before I start lurin’ her ass
In with Ralph Lauren tags
Then it’s off with her ass

[Bridge 2]
Off with her ass, on with the mask
Breakin’ her back, takin’ her ass back home to the bone zone
Off with her ass, on with the mask
Breakin’ her back, takin’ her ass back home to kill

[Outro]
Bitch
Oh my fuckin’ god
To the kings in their kingdoms
The queen in her fuckin’ palace
And all the hypocrites up in them fuckin’ churches
Fuck your god
All praise to Allāh‎ Scotch
(Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
All praise to Allāh‎ Scotch
(Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
All praise to Allāh‎ Scotch

Fuck you

American Dream (Prod. by Carcosa)  *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC*

[Hook]
I take a drag, bitch I take a drag
That nicotine
(I take a) I take a drag, bitch I take a drag
That nightmare
(I take a) I take a drag, bitch I take a drag
That nicotine
(I take a) I take a drag, bitch I take a drag
That Nicotine Nightmare

Shut the fuck up

I take a drag from my cigarette
And I blow smoke in the hole I fuckin’ put in your head
(I’m like) That Nicotine Nightmare

[Verse 1]
The fuckin’ OxyContin Ocelot
Givin’ Hershey Kisses if the bitch’s pussy chocolate
(The motherfuckin’) Narcissistic arsonist, bitch I’m hot
I’m burnin’ plants and presidents, lightin’ up a fuckin’ Parliament
From atop my Driggs’ apartment, load the cartridge
Cock it back, and I target where his heart is, leave his ass a fuckin’ carcass

The fuckin’ Bathwater Troubadour
Stupid flow, spit like I sit in tubs all day, DiCaprio
When I dig her out
Start shovin’ shovels in that pussy hole
Bust pistachios, then I dip the fuck out before her daddy’s home
I kill that calico, I be the keeper of the catacombs
Listen to that bitch, and grab your .44 caliber
John, I’m coming

[Hook]
I take a drag, bitch I take a drag
You motherfucker
(I take a) I take a drag, bitch I take a drag
Yeah, that nicotine nightmare
I take a drag from my cigarette
And I blow smoke in the hole I just fucked you in, bitch
Yeah, that nicotine nightmare
I take a drag from my cigarette
And I blow smoke in the hole I fuckin' put in your head
That nicotine nightmare

[Verse 2]
Chronicle kills in Narnia
Lyin’ bitch, wage wars in wardrobes
A fuckin’ Scorpio with torpedoes
Shootin’ at shit through glory holes
Back in the motherfuckin’ saddle bitch
I straddle cattle
Scalpel blades to aid on battlefields
Wieldin’ weapons when I snap, crackle, pop
I snap, and crack that asshole
Crack his back with a motherfuckin’ baseball bat like "die"
Snapple Fact, in fact you best believe she be beneath that
Threesome, and I bust in one
Tell her best friend, “It’s time to eat up”
Dinner served, bitch it’s Casper Squad
Missin’ purse, all your cash is gone

It’s Chris Crossbow
I’m crackin’ bones, crackin’ domes
Cookin’ crack on the kitchen stove
Sittin’ back, kickin’ that
Crackin’ codes on MacBook Pros
Hack Steam, cracked screens on iPhones
Stoned temple pilot, flyin’ license
Guidin’ drones flown around your home
Gettin’ pics and clips of shit like that bitch takin’ off her clothes
Takin’ out my motherfuckin’ gauges, got them double 0’s
Bitch, come and smell the fragrance, stretch ‘em out like pussy holes
Askin’ me to taste it, pussy under mistletoe
Lookin’ pretty spacious, pluckin’ hair from bushy rolls
Loop it like shoelaces, sewin’ that bitch’s pussy closed
That Nicotine Nightmare
Now doing the fuckin’ tootsie roll

Now do that, ho
(A, B, A, C, A, B, B)

[Hook]
I take a drag from my cigarette
That nicotine
(I take a) I take a drag from my cigarette
That nightmare
(I take a) I take a drag from my cigarette
That nicotine
And I blow smoke in the hole I just fucked you in, bitch
That Nicotine Nightmare

Nicotine Nightmare (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Verse 1]
She’s in dreamland for keeps
Countin’ each sheep as they leap from the sodden ground, ashes beneath
(Six, six, six) inches in deep
Same as the distance you speak
Same as the age when they turned the lights off, and you’d sit there and eat
I think, maybe I oughta to start over
So I grab a fresh sheet, and I drink till I fuckin’ forget the last weak

Till I forget last week
Fuck it, I’m weak
(Get down) From the hill now that’s too step
Bump up the pills that I eat
So the next time that I blink I become number than the gums
Of a certain someone that I’m still strugglin’ not to be
I keep rememberin’ that the meek shall inherit sweet fuck-all
Fuck off

[Hook]
Move on, she’s gone
I’m off, so long
I’m packin’ my bags, and I’m draggin’ my name through the dirt
I will never be clean
Move on, she’s gone
I’m off, so long
She told me to save my fuckin’ breath (kill me)
Oh god please, don’t save the queen (kill me)

These are the things that kill me
Kill me
These are the things that kill me
Kill me

[Verse 2]
Sideline, sittin’ for what seems a fuckin’ lifetime
Sirens, shinin’ on the New York City skyline
Frightened, tryin’ to keep my heartbeat from risin’
Flyin’, purrin’, turnin’ pussycat from lion
Tryin’ to find any kind of evidence
To prove that design is somethin’ that’s intelligent
Born a Methodist, I made a fuckin’ mess of it
Manically depressed, I guess it’s safe to stay a pessimist
100K a year to show up at my fuckin’ desk and sit
Not still, I got attention deficit
An obsession with the New World Disorder
I’m tortured; I’m findin’ solace in my medicines
A recluse with tattoos whose sole use ain’t to shoot back
I’m ammunition for the culture war
Holdin’ torches to your textbooks
To look, not to burn; yes, to learn to make sex hurt

[Hook]
Move on, she’s gone
I’m off, so long
Kill me
Kill me
Move on, she’s gone
I’m off, so long
Kill me
Kill me

[Verse 3]
Pogo stick ‘em in the motherfuckin’ air (everybody get down)
Real deal, bitch, Evander Holyfield (don’t you fuckin’ move)
Listen, if not, it’s off with your ear
Van Gogh view the sea, and see that you will disappear
A pair of cashiers, overhearin’ their prayers
“You cannot hurt me ‘cause god is with me here”
I lean down so that I can taste both of their tears
(On and on, and on and on)
Where’s your fuckin’ god now?
I ask that bitch where the fuck is he now?
Gone
(On and on, and on and on)

Open your mouth
Where is your fuckin’ god?

I ask that bitch where the fuck is he now?

Kill Me (Prod. by Carcosa)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2LauG29xhU

[Verse 1]
Livin’ in the second before the bullet hits my brain
Like Kurt Cobain, go Kurt Co-BANG!
Cocaine gorillas, hijackin’ airplanes
Gangbang (bangin’ your bitch)
Your bitch (I be bangin’ your bitch)
With a Louisville Slugger, fuck her
Then I stuff her with a Stone Cold Stunner
Cut her open shove her six feet under
I kill your bitch (her life, fuck that)
I keep it sick just like the mom in Sixth Sense
I’m here (get this), little bitch better get my guop, cheddar
Whatever the fuck they call it now
Poor bitch (fuck that bitch where she shits)
Yeah, fuckin’ dressed to the neins
In my outfit, euthanizin’ youth (come out, bitch)
Draggin’ Anne Frank’s stank ass out the house then
It’s time for a fuckin’ shower, bitch

[Bridge]
(Yo hey, yo hey)
I got X’s and O’s
(Yo hey, yo hey)
Exes and hoes
Fuck you

[Hook]
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
I’m fuckin’ killing ‘em
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
I’m fuckin’ killing ‘em
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
Exed Out
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
Bitch, I’m exin’ ‘em out

[Verse 2]
Wrong tree so quit your fuckin’ barkin’, bitch
Bounce, bounce, bouncin’ on pogo sticks until we break your fuckin’ ribs
(Also) Break in them cribs, start shakin’ them kids
Breakin’ promises, your daughter’s hymen, yeah, she loves me though
Stick my dick through the cubbyhole (deepthroat)
I be a smooth criminal
Break in, kill your friends and kin, then moonwalk out your fuckin’ home
I kill your bitch (shamone)
I keep it sick just like the mom in Sixth Sense
I’m here, little bitch, if she didn’t fuckin’ want it then why the fuck was she cumin’ all over my dick (that’s love)
And I bust in her face (true love)
Leave it lookin’ like Jennifer Lawrence’s
What a flatterin’ photo, click
(Say cheese) Your career is over, bitch

[Hook]
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
I’m fuckin’ killing ‘em
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
I’m fuckin’ killing ‘em
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
Exed Out
Exin’ ‘em out, bitch I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
Bitch, I’m exin’ ‘em out

[Breakdown]
Bitch, I’m exin’ ‘em out
Bitch, I’m killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
Bitch, I’m exin’ ‘em out

[Outro]
Bitch, don’t fuckin’ walk away
If you ain’t want me to pull your hair, then don’t fuckin’ grow it out bitch

Scotch

Exes & Hoes (Prod. by Carcosa)  *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC*

[Verse 1]
Mag Ryan on my hip, click clack, carry that
Bury Barry Bonds' body up in my lawn with Harry Fraud’s
Very fat chance that I’ll marry Halle Berry
Barely make it through another fuckin’ trash Tyler Perry movie
(The fuck you doing) It’s a hotel party
Up in Rwanda with Devon Sawa and the Tutsi
Pullin’ out my Uzi, Lil’ Boosie Badazz (I motherfuckin’ click clack)
Suicide pact, y’all
I’m packin’ punches and heat, makin’ jaws crack, dog
You spittin’ teeth, I spit that shit straight through my ballsack
And bitch this is what’s called the fallback (awe, snap)
The sneak attack, in fact she never even saw that comin’
I’m runnin’, I never call back (fuck that)
The bitch ain’t all that, golf clap
A bunch of bullshit is all that was cause
I got you home, and half the shit you said you do
I waited for it, and I never fuckin’ saw that
(Saw that fuckin' boom)

[Hook]
Blast off, Challenger, goin’ up and blowin’ up
Case closed, they know that Flushing is showin’ up
With rocket launchers, sit and watch, and yes I often ponder
Wonder what building I want to be known for as the bomber
Bomberman
The fuckin’ Bomberman

[Verse 2]
I take a drag from my cigarette until I fuckin’ cough blood (coughin' and droppin' dead)
I keep on punchin’ till the cops come
(Awesome) Bitch, that’s a fuckin’ understatement
Make it to the top, and ain’t nobody stop us
Gimme the guop, or get Taken
I’m killin’ Liam Neeson, so his old ass ain’t here to save ‘em
Takin’ no chance, but you know I’m takin’ Robitussin
Snuff ‘em out, and raise your glasses, we’re American
(I know) Get the fuckin’ bubbles out of your blood
Mr. Hands when I slam her
In her tuna chamber, fuckin’ stud with a body count
So watch your ass, ain’t no tellin’ when I’m gonna mount
(Fuck until they’re down for the count)

[Hook]
Blast off, Challenger, goin’ up and blowin’ up
Case closed, they know that Flushing is showin’ up
With rocket launchers, sit and watch, and yes I often ponder
Wonder what building I want to be known for as the bomber
Bomberman
The fuckin’ Bomberman

Bomberman (Prod. by Carcosa)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1TOoE_H2Sw

[Verse 1]
Click clack, boom
Cumin’ hard like teens in tube socks
Homeboy, we in the boondocks
Quarter on the pool table, couple for the jukebox
Ain’t got your song, bump it on the boom box
Get the people jumpin’ (jumpin’)
Off the motherfuckin’ rooftop (rooftop)
Real talk, where your mom keep her scripts?
Steal them shits, and burn this bitch down with everybody in it
I’m that rock n’ roll Rorschach, bitch
Repertoire of lions that’ll tear your throat out
Roadhouse, wiped clean, fucker got the format
Final Cut his head off on the floor mat
This proverbial verbiage
Shit’s perverted, but courteous
Grab the keys and some bourbon, bitch
Drivin' drunk, and I’m swervin’
Kill your kid; he deserved it
Trippin’ on shrooms, air duster
Adderall day, atta-boy, motherfucker
Pull them panties to the side, cunt and cocoa butter
No rubber, fist fuck her when I uppercut her
Hold up one goddamn minute
Mindless motherfucker, mind your own business
Send this shit back to ’86
So these cynics see that I ain’t finished
This is just the beginnin’
Nice guy killer, pistol called Kindness
Lucy trip with a snake sittin' spineless
Kill your god like a Pilate
I'm flyin’ back in time, time to die, fuck the time is (bye-bye)
Dumb it down, cause you dummies dumb as fuck now
Dumb the fuck out, bitch you are done now
Low before, well you’re in the dumps now
By sundown, body is lyin’ in the dumpster

[Bridge]
Lyin’ in the dumpster
We don’t watch Faces of Death
Naw, we fuck bitch’s faces to death

[Hook]
We be that rowdy robotrippin’ rat pack
A bunch of shit talkers, we spit scat
Flushing Scotch, bitch I ain’t pullin’ out
I got my motherfuckin’ mask down, come in your house
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch)

We be that rowdy robotrippin’ rat pack
A bunch of shit talkers, we spit scat
Flushing Scotch, bitch I ain’t pullin’ out
I got my motherfuckin’ mask down, come in your house
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch)

We be that rowdy robotrippin’ rat pack
A bunch of shit talkers, we spit scat
Flushing Scotch, bitch I ain’t pullin' out
I got my mask down, motherfuckin’ come in your house

Bitch
Better get more complex security systems

[Verse 2]
Click clack, boom
Fuck that, necrophilia
Pull back, lemme see you pop a wheelie, bruh
Helium, raise it up into the ceilin’
Colby jack off in your quesadilla
I’m kickin’ back, getting’ gunpowder and gas
Blast a crowd of bitches on their yoga mats
Then I wonder back into the cabbage patch
With a batch of tabs and acid trip
Compliments of the kimono
Burnin’ bitches, thunder clap in Oklahoma
Shape up, shake it off like epilepsy
Stayin’ busy, cuttin’ kiddies from titties with a machete
Listen—give her the Dick Nixon
Pussy like a glove, OJ Simpson
Made me cum, then her ass made me breakfast
Plain and simple, lettuce no dressin’
Pentagrams of cinnamon and M&amp;M’s
Snortin’ Ritalin, pillagin’ their villages
Takin’ women’s innocence, all positions, kid
Wake your daughter early like it was Christmas
Kickin’ rocks, some kickin’ tunes to kick it to
Shit to get you in the mood to kick a kitten, dude
Sneak in rooms, cuttin’ everybody’s feedin’ tubes
Poppin’ Jack, all I need is the pickle juice (bitch)
Pop my collar, your bubble
This ain’t the Bronx, Jackie Boy, but we rumble
Bitch, gets penetrated double, four knuckles deep
Yeah, I’m bout to make that ho struggle
Mask down (click clack), makin’ paper stack
Watch them bitches run, race to the dog tracks
Killin’ kids, Casper, I put him in the casket
Shaq Diesel, bitch, break the basket

[Outro]
Flushing Scotch
The fuckin' Cough Syrup Coyote
Finger bangin’ bitches in hell
Crush my cigarettes like your fuckin’ dreams
Christopher Walken to your home, and break both of your fuckin’ knees
Leave your ass like Christopher Reeves, bitch
You think I got a motherfuckin’ ego now
Wait till my clothin’ line drops, bitch
I’m the motherfuckin’ . . . fuckin’ one that calls the shots
Colin Bynes, AKA the fuckin’ Clitoris Concierge

OJ: SMELL THE GLOVE

Robotrippin' Rat Pack (Prod. by Carcosa) *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC*

[Verse 1]
Pogo stick, pogo stick, quick with that pogo stick
Quick with that pogo stick
Bounce on this dick, bust and bounce out this bitch like
Just bounce, just bounce
Pogo stick, pogo stick, quick get that pogo stick
Quick get that pogo stick
Never stay in one place if I got my pogo stick
And just bounce, and just bounce

[Hook]
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick (bounce)
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick (bounce)
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce on it bitch, bounce on that shit, bounce

Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick (bounce)
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick (bounce)
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce on it bitch, bounce on that shit, bounce

[Verse 2]
Pogo stick, pogo stick, sick with that pogo stick
Sick with that pogo stick
Bustin’ out tricks, bounce and bustin’ backflips like
Just bounce, just bounce
Pogo stick, pogo stick, quick get that pogo stick
Quick get that pogo stick
Never stay in one place, bitch I got my pogo stick
I got shit to do

[Bridge]
She be bouncin’ on that pogo stick (that pogo stick)
And then I bounce
She be bouncin’ on that pogo stick (that pogo stick)
And then I bounce
She be bouncin’ on that pogo stick (that pogo stick)
And then I bounce
Yeah, she be bouncin’ on that pogo stick
And then I fuckin’ bounce, ho

[Hook]
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce on it bitch, bounce on that shit, bounce

Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce, bounce on that pogo stick
Bounce on it bitch, bounce on that shit, bounce

[Verse 3]
Pogo stick, pogo stick, slick with that pogo stick
Slick with that pogo stick
Bounce on your ribs, bounce and bustin’ that shit like
Just bounce, just bounce
Pogo stick, pogo stick, quick get that pogo stick
Quick get that pogo stick
Never stay in one place, get that fuckin’ pogo stick
And just bounce you piece of shit, inbred motherfucker

Pogo Stick (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Intro]
Fuck in the back of the bus
Bumpin’ that shit like the back of my trunk

[Verse 1]
Fuck in the back of the bus
Bumpin’ that shit like the back of my trunk
Fuck all you bitches, and fuck all your limbs
And just gimme a ho with no legs and a stump
King Scotch, what the fuck I want is a
Nugget, a cunt with a stomach
I just want to fuck it, and pump it full of all this semen
Then I slam dunk it

I’m on that New Jack City shit
Let me see your titties
Strip you of your kingdom
Watch your grip just slip, and you fall off the cliff
King Scotch, drop that bitch
Leavin’ his son fatherless
Hakuna Matata, motherfucker
This whole fuckin’ kingdom is mine

Scotch
(Reversed audio)

[Hook]
King Scotch, the fuckin’ cream of the crop
Bitch, I’m a king at the top
The fuckin’ god of your sunless land
Nonstop, going straight to the stop
All praise to King Scotch
The fuckin’ god of your sunless land

[Verse 2]
King Scotch, I’m in the Garden of Eden
I’m eatin’ apple from trees
And I’m eatin’ pussy from Eve
And after she’s sleepin’, I be leavin’
Sneakin’ off for the evenin’
Stealin’ the other motherfuckin’ rib from Adam
Leave his punk ass bleedin’
Then go see if god will make me a bitch tonight for a threesome

[Bridge]
King Scotch, the fuckin’ god of your sunless land
First born, and you know that I’m killin’ ‘em
Bitch, I’m an heir to the throne
And bitch I’m finally home
King Scotch

[Verse 3]
I’m on that Roadhouse, tear your fuckin’ throat out, bitch
That seven layer when I dip, and it is cold as shit
That Slipper Mickey, fingerfuckin’ Farrah Fawcett, so listen
I bump, bump, bump through your system
Screamin’ fuck, fuck, fuck the system
This whole fucked up kingdom is mine

[Hook]
King Scotch, the fuckin’ cream of the crop
Bitch, I’m a king at the top
The fuckin’ god of your sunless land
Nonstop, going straight to the stop
All praise to King Scotch
The fuckin’ god of your sunless land

King Scotch, bitch I’m finally home
And fuckin' takin’ my throne
As the god of your sunless land
Nonstop, going straight to the stop
All praise to King Scotch
The fuckin’ god of your sunless land

[Breakdown]
Back up in this bitch just like some pussy that I used to hit
Spittin’ syphilitic lies (fuck)
Cum shot up in the fuckin’ eyes of Christ
Turn your Valve off, and I give you Half-Life
Cum shot up in the fuckin’ eyes of Christ
Cum shot up in the fuckin’ eyes of Christ
Cum shot up in the fuckin’ eyes of Christ
Turn your Valve off, and I give you Half-Life

This whole fuckin’ kingdom will die

KING SCOTCH

King Scotch (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Intro]
The motherfuckin’ plague bringer
The motherfuckin’ plague bringer

[Verse 1]
I started sellin’ clothes and coke around that Hot Topic
With pockets full of sidewalk chalk, profits off these narcotics
Givin’ this dick to gothic chicks until I’m either exhausted
Or I’m about to fuckin’ . . . oh my god, it’s blow time
I’m cummin’ faster than the Supersonics down to OKC
Droppin’ loads in hoes faster than dogs dropped Homie G
Bitches blowin’ me to Jodeci
I’m like, “let’s bounce,” that bitch is like, “totally”
I fertilize her ovaries
In nine months, kid’s my fuckin’ groceries

Well pardon me
If you’re down for the cause, you best apostrophe (pause)
Cause you got me travellin’ back to the Fat of the Land
Where I smack your bitch up just like Prodigy (fuck you hoe)

Fallin’ in love then apart
Tearin’ the heart out of a bitch, Kano
Off with the gloves, then I punch the bitch out of the car
Tyson, K.O.
Trappin’ her, fasten her onto the scaffoldin’
Havin’ her be my fuckin’ target practicin’
Blast her with gallons of cum when I’m dabblin’
In arts and crafts, magic happenin’ after it’s dark
And after I park
I’m harvestin’ parts of her body
And droppin’ in for a quick swim like a hammerhead shark
Then it’s back to the start
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Then I Snapchat that

[Hook]
Smash that, slap it with a motherfuckin’ hashtag
Trash bag, snatch her gash, and throw it in my backpack
Throwback to Prozac, I’m stashin’ cash from Great Depression
Yeah, I stole that, fifty grand from your damn pension plan
Gettin’ Kodak, picture perfect plan, I got the upper hand
Roadhouse, you know that, tear your fuckin’ throat out
Cognac, I pout that, shootin’ down your old ass
Go back, so that’s every song I recorded
Or tracks that I thought to be somewhat important

I’m fucking killin’ it
This track just got aborted

[Verse 2]
Thin is in, so you know that Flushing be here whippin’ ‘em
Gettin’ ‘em into dresses that their fat asses ain’t fittin’ in
It’s fuckin’ sickenin’
Stickin’ my dick in assistin’ in
Gettin’ these bitches to throw up
Makin’ her cough up my kid so he can’t grow up (bitch)
Better watch your eyes
Bitch’s ribs be pokin’ ‘em out
Lookin’ like it’s Jesus Christ
Who’s fuckin’ showin’ up now
I’m fuckin’ chokin’ him out
And then I’m throwin’ him down
And I’m pullin’ out nine-inch switchblades to help his hands hold him out
Then I’m sendin’ planes to the places that you trade in, it’s goin’ down

SCOTCH

[Hook]
Smash that, slap it with a motherfuckin’ hashtag
Trash bag, snatch her gash, and throw it in my backpack
Throwback to Prozac, I’m stashin’ cash from Great Depression
Yeah, I stole that, fifty grand from your damn pension plan
Gettin’ Kodak, picture perfect plan, I got the upper hand
Roadhouse, you know that, tear your fuckin’ throat out
Cognac, I pout that, shootin’ down your old ass
Go back, so that’s every song I recorded

So glad that one day this shit will all be over
Thank you, and I’m sorry . . . fuck
Scotch

[Bridge]
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die (so fuck it)
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die (so fuck it)
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die (so fuck it)
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die

[Breakdown]
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is fine, we’re all gonna die
Everythin’ is . . .

Seasons of Hell (Prod. by Carcosa)

Produced by @Boris2011

[Intro]
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
Never had shit
Never, never . . .

[Hook]
Passed out in a k-hole, give me room
Cat’s out of the cradle, silver spoon
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
I ain’t ever gonna stop stacking cheddar massive

[Verse 1]
Never, never had shit
Never, never had shit
Except a drug problem
Fucking addict
Fuck it, fuck it, that’s it
Fuck it, fuck it, that’s it
Send a message to these motherfuckers in a package
Una–unabomber blaster
Jeffrey Dahmer, slasher
Stash ‘em in the kitchen get ‘em burning in some acid
Bitch, I’m straight fashion
Ed Gein mask on
Fuckin’ college bitches, Ted Bundy when I smash ‘em
Yeah, who wanna fuck tonight?
I swear to god that I ain’t going home alone (that’s right)

[Hook]
Passed out in a k-hole, give me room
Cat’s out of the cradle, silver spoon
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
I ain’t ever gonna stop stacking cheddar massive

[Verse 2]
Never, never had shit
Never, never had shit
Except some road rage
Fucking traffic
Fuck it, fuck it, that’s it
Fuck it, fuck it, that’s it
Send a message to these fake fucks, fuckin’ plastic

[Hook]
Passed out in a k-hole, give me room
Cat’s out of the cradle, silver spoon
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
I ain’t ever gonna stop stacking cheddar massive

Fucking passed out in a k-hole, give me room
Cat’s out of the cradle, silver spoon
Never had shit
Never, never had shit
I ain’t ever gonna stop stacking cheddar massive

[Verse 3]
Never, never had shit
Never, never had shit
Except some close calls
Fucking casket
Fuck it, fuck it, that’s it
Fuck it, fuck it, that’s it
Send a message to these lame fucks before the static

Never Had Shit (Prod. by Boris)

[Verse 1]
Goddamn, I’m at an all-time low
I had my problems with drugs
That shit was out of control
Turnin' our home into a warzone
And I guess I suppose
The whole time that the problem
Was right there up under my nose
It seems the higher I get
The further down I would drop
It’s Flushing Scotch
Voted most likely to fuckin' kill a cop
I bought a brick, and stomped on it
Then flipped that bitch to get rich
Six figure felon, sellin' quick
It cost me six shattered ribs
That’s when the pressure cooker 
Somehow made its way to his crib
Motherfuck dippin' in the whip
I got that bitch’s wife and kid
They cookin' up, cookin' up
We fuckin' feastin' tonight
I got enough to feed that fucker
For the rest of his life
Goodnight

[Bridge 1]
You dug yourself into this hole
So bury her yourself
She was always missin'
You never let her find herself
I disconnect the seven dots
I cut that line myself
And ‘cause of me your wife and kids are dead
So fuck yourself

[Hook]
Burn, motherfucker, burn
You under pressure from the pressure cooker, fuckin' burn
Under pressure
Burn, motherfucker, burn
You under pressure from the pressure cooker, fuckin' burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn

[Bridge 2]
T-Rex, Reptar, I make these Rugrats extinct 
Relentless like Zelda until I find the missin' Link
I break your face open with any tool that I can find
And give a whole new motherfuckin' meanin' to a Hammer Time

Burnin' presidents with acid
Until they’re dead and stacked in massive, man
I’m smashin' in, cashin' in all of these teeth
So when the tooth fairy be showin' up
I make her bite the motherfuckin' pillow sheet

[Verse 2]
She opens her dock, and lets me swim deep inside of that ocean
Red waves coastin', maritime of the month
But the innkeeper still keeps it open
I keep her fuckin' swollen
From the waist down
And I’m hopin' it’s still under warranty
I leave it fuckin' broken
Let’s keep them legs open wide
My boys here runnin' a train
Ain’t enough holes
I cock it back, and put one right in her brain
The fuckin' Lord of the Drain
They all that Big Daddy Pain
I bust a nut, and sew it up
That slut is always thinkin' ‘bout when I came

[Bridge 3]
That dirty rascal, killed your dog in middle school
I pity fools that don’t follow their whiskey shots with pickle juice
Some kickin' tunes for you and yours to kick it to
And set the mood for Casey Anthony and me 
To make a motherfuckin' baby to

[Hook]
Burn, motherfucker, burn
You under pressure from the pressure cooker, fuckin' burn
Under pressure
Burn, motherfucker, burn
You under pressure from the pressure cooker, fuckin' burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn

[Hook 4]
Suicide pact, packin' punches, makin' jaws crack
Killin' Whoopi Goldberg
And I rape her fuckin' Sister Act
Pimp game: Woody Allen
How a fuckin' player smash?
I fuck the bitch after I raise her geisha, slanted ass

Fuck everyone
Bitch, it's Casper Squad, we gettin' in
We droppin' tabs of acid your body sittin' in
Remember when I fucked your bitch
And the hole that I stick it in
Well, that’s the same goddamn hole 
Casper Squad is fuckin' pissing in

Underpressure (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Hook]
Who am I?
It’s Flushing Scotch, motherfucker, and it’s . . .
Do or die
So right now, motherfucker, it’s just . . .
You and I
And I’mma pray for a pass
I cock it back, and put a motherfuckin' slug in your ass
I tell ‘em

It’s Flushing Scotch, motherfucker, and it’s . . .
Do or die
So right now, motherfucker, it’s just . . .
You and I
And I’mma pray for a pass
I cock it back, and put a motherfuckin' slug in your ass

[Verse 1]
Runnin' round, runnin' round
Bitch, I got them fuckin' razorblades
Gun ‘em down, gun ‘em down
Toss some motherfuckin' hand grenades
Awe shit, I fuckin' toss it
They runnin' quick and gettin' blown to fuckin' all bits
Fuckin' Greek goddess, I’m awesome
Bitch, I still got this on her clitoris
Who the fuck you think this is?
Got shit like photosynthesis
Plant the seed, and hope that motherfucker don’t grow
You ain’t my kid, so motherfucker I’mma go
The S, the C, the O, the THC
Oh, give me weed
A double D, fuckin' titties is what I need
Oh please, oh please
My flow is infamous
Lord of the Drain
Yeah, these bitches think they’re finishin' my . . .
Sentencin' hoes to another chapter in my murder story
Pissin' on that bitch like she’s my motherfuckin' territory
(Who am I?)
Welcome to motherfuckin' purgatory

[Hook]
Who am I?
It’s Flushing Scotch, motherfucker, and it’s . . .
Do or die
So right now, motherfucker, it’s just . . .
You and I
And I’mma pray for a pass
I cock it back . . .

[Outro]
Poppin' pills, Percocet
And she poppin' that, her pussy’s wet
Poppin' pills, Percocet
And she poppin' that, her pussy’s wet
Poppin' pills, Percocet
And she poppin' that, her pussy’s wet
Poppin' pills, Percocet
Fill her pussy up with cigarettes

6sc6tch6 (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Intro]
Stay high, no fly zone
Like “fuck you” on my dot com
That’s right, you ain’t going home
On 93, you get shot down like . . .

[Hook]
Buck, buck, buck
When I come through, bitch
Like buck, buck, buck
When I take your shit
Fuck your bitch
B—b—b—bump my shit
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through

[Verse 1]
Got on my fuckin' mask, lead, homeboy
You fuckin' dead with a bullet in your head, homeboy 
We killin' all the fuckin' cops, and them Feds, homeboy
(Carcosa) Attack with the mask, when I motherfuckin' blast
Leave ‘em motherfuckin' dead in the bed, homeboy
Ah, Scotch
Goddamn bitch, I am a masterpiece
I said I fuck your bones, never rest in peace
And can I please get a motherfuckin' second of your time
When I got the codeine and the means for the nosebleed
Codeine, mix it with the 40
Cocaine, bitch I got the nosebleed
Fuck comin' clean
Bitch I’m dirty as fuck
Fuck comin' clean
I stay dirty as fuck

[Bridge 1]
Woohoo, when I’m feelin' heavy metal, bitch
Woohoo, cause I’m winnin' every medal get . . .

[Hook]
Buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come . . .

[Breakdown]
Like buck, buck
Like buck, buck
Like buck, buck
Like buck, buck
When I come through

[Verse 2]
Warnin' Will Robinson
Your ass lost in space
And CSI ain’t findin' shit
You missin' without a trace
Your daddy missin' his face
Sister fists on the first date
I wear his skin like a fuckin' condom
Cosby that bitch, make her hibernate
Hahahahahahaha, Scotch
Goddamn bitch, she made a mess to clean
What’s left at least, I carrion, I’m blessed to eat
And can I please get a motherfuckin' second to decide 
The side the mark of the beast should be carved
Feast on the left behind
Motherfucker you're next in line
Got my 15 minutes of fame
The end will be televised

[Bridge 2]
Fuck your bitch (fuck your bitch)
I fuck your bitch (yeah)
I Fuck your bitch (fuck your bitch)
I fuck your bitch (when I come through)

[Hook]
Buck, buck, buck
When I come through, bitch
Like buck, buck, buck
When I take your shit
Fuck your bitch
B—b—b—bump my shit
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through
Like buck, buck, buck
When I come through

[Bridge 3]
Flushing Scotch
I got more on my SATs then you got in your fuckin' bank account, dog
I kill that bitch again, ha, fuck her

[Verse 3]
Soy sauce, her pussy drippin' (dr—dr—drippin') 
Sittin' sideways like a disc could fit in (disc could fit in)
Up in the whip, we got them windows tinted (ti—ti—tinted)
Driftin' into Kanye’s car, I’m clippin' (cl—cl—clippin')
Through the wire I got that bitch spittin' (spittin')
And ‘cause of me, your momma ain’t be livin' (Flushing Scotch)

[Outro]
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
When I come through 
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
When I come through
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
When I come through 
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
When I come through
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
When I come through 
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
When I come through

When I Come Through (Prod. by Carcosa)

[Intro]
Back to back, bitch I pack that heat, and blast homie, blast homie
Back to back, bitch I pack that heat, and blast homie, blast homie

[Verse 1]
Trash, homie
White motherfucker with them bitches stickin’ dick up in their ass homie
Stick these motherfuckers with the mask on, cash gone
Gats drawn, motherfucker thinks he’s fast, that’s wrong
Stickin’ that shiv in your ribs, and I get in the whip, and I dip to the crib
Sippin’ on fifths of that shit, lightin’ it up
Hittin’ that spliff, high as fuck
Nuns ain’t be givin’ me none
Savin’ that pussy for Jesus
Calcutta tittyfuckin’ Mother Theresa
What is up?
Bitch are you down to get fucked?
If you ain’t down, then I pistol whip ya
If you ain’t down to swing that puss around
Then I guarantee your family will miss ya

[Bridge 1]
I know that you see me through the fire
I know that you see me through the fire

[Hook]
(Burn)
Through the fire
I know that you see me through the fire
(Burned alive)
Through the fire
I know that you see me through the . . . fuck

[Bridge 2]
Columbine, Columbine, Columbine 
Through the fire
Columbine, Columbine, Columbine 
I know that you see me through the fire

[Verse 2]
Zodiac Killer
Skin her, and wear that bitch like a chinchilla
I’m beatin’ my chest like a fuckin’ gorilla
Got scrilla in manila, paper in paper, ya feel it?
Villa up over the hill
Fill ‘em with lead, crawlin’ like caterpillar
Salmanilla in your dinner
The thinner, the winner
Shoot that, Reggie Miller
A thriller, Godzilla
Keep stompin’ till all of their brains spill out
Vanilla killer, for real
I’ll leave them stiller than Dilla

[Hook]
(Burn)
Through the fire
I know that you see me through the fire
(Burned alive)
Through the fire
I know that you see me through the . . . fuck

[Hook]
(Burn)
I know that you see me through the fire
(Burn)
I know that you see me through the fire
(Burn)
I know that you see me through the fire
(Burn)
I know that you see me through the . . . fuck

[Outro]
Through the fire
I know that you see me through the fire

Through The Fire (Prod. by Carcosa)

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Die For Me (Prod. by The Virus and Antidote)

Been So Long (Prod. by The Virus and Antidote)

Ricin Flow (Prod. by WOODS)

The Great Deceiver (Prod. by Carcosa)

How High (Prod. by Carcosa)

Colin Bynes Feat. $ANFI (Prod. by WOODS)

Right Now (Prod. by Boris)

Disease (I Really Think So) Feat. Auxxk VII (Prod. by Boris)

Who Run It (Prod. by Boris)

Ride Feat. COLE BENZO (Prod. By Boris)

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