[Verse 1: Frankie Krupnik]
You know I crush shit cuss a little bit when I bust raps
Throw a bitch a bone and she bring it right back
Came a long way since my first rap
Got these hoes on my sack
Like the bird lab
Pussy had a fur hat
And I ain't fucking with that
Keep chugging em back
She was chugging it back
Make the chicks squack
When I hit her in the box with the cock
Shit is hot I'm about to pop off

[Verse 2: Butane]
Back up get down on my big cock
Get your boy back home on his laptop
Cranking off loads inside his tube socks
With the blinds down like some motherfucking blue blocs
Fuck him I just finish you off
With a little bit of vodka
I trick you with pillow cuffs
I give you my buzzy shot
Up in your wicked lock
Bitch that's what you want?
Bitch that's what I got

[Verse 3: Frankie Krupnik]
Yo I'm tailgating hoes up in traffic
I'm all up in that ass bitch
Spit it hard no acid [obvious?]
Burn a hole through your esophagus
You already know motherfucker
We're no cockblocking it's just
Me and butane spittin flames gettin dames wet
She was on the rag so I took a rain check
Don't once I ain't leave a speck of evidence
Excellent excellence my poetry is elegant

[Verse 4: Butane]
Fuck the course we can go all night
Like a motherfucking Pan Am rail out flight
So I grab the mic
And i grab a bitch
As i bust down sweet lines on the map
It's like the chilli peppers said it
You can suck my kiss
But i do you one better
You can suck my dick
As i'm dumping loads
In the back of your throat
Like a finishing coat
That's all she wrote

[Verse 5: Frankie Krupnik]
I want pussy in abundance
Booty looking like an onion
Dick harder than a bun and
Young gun trigger finger in your punster
And I'm like i rhyme
I don't give a mother fuck where you fry
Pussy with a spliff lick
Drunken misfit
The way I'm lighten up this trees is like its christmas
Covering your lips with my blistex
Never pass a piss test
Bitch I'm sicker than some incest

[Verse 6: Butane]
Turn it up full blast get the speakers blown
Call every chickies up on my iphone
Hold place be pumpin like a common zone
Make a D on the beat with the 49 keys
Please
Skeeze
Drop to your knees
While i crush a fucking six pack off with them jeans
A can speed it up and slow it down
Eat it up and pass it around
Get up on the merry go round
Get up on the yucon[?] now

[Verse 7: Frankie Krupnik]
I'm efficient equivalent to royalties
Why these bitches spoil me
Lube the pussy now its oily
Big frank sharper than a shank in the prison
[yar?] Vocabulary Villain blue ribbon Bitch
I'm goin hard on these motherfucking beats
You ain't heard hoe?
I mix the hash with the weed so it burns slow
And have another hit
Now i feel immaculate
Shot the kill macho man
Bitch im on the savage shit


[Verse 8: Butane]
Bad behavior
I got me breaking rules
Silent waver
I take you outta school
Parted favours
I let you in the booth
And drop to your knees while I spit the truth
All up in you grill girl
Let it spill girl
I'm always busting nuts getting some in your guts
Cause i go where i wanna go
Do what i wanna do
But they be sticking on me like some crazy glue