[Intro: [?] ]
You know, a PINKBLXXD, when I see you I'mma whoop yo ass, bitch I'm sick of you talkin' shi-

[Chorus: lungskull]
Poppin' molly, I'm on X
Blicks till we K, when I catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a fuckin' spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
Fuck the feds had to put em' in the race
I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them bitches laced
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

[Post-Chorus: lungskull]
Ahh, ah-ah, I put mud up in that syrup
[?], I'mma hit his fuckin' face
Hollow tips hit his face, now it's blood all on my shirt, [?]
I was tryna hit his bitch but now she gettin' merked

[Verse: PINKBLXXD]
Yesterday she gettin' merked (merked)
Whip up on that hoe ass n***a, we gon' fuckin' lurk
You not bout' no fuckin' shit, my n***a, pull up we gon' work
I'm that n***a, and I got his blood up on my shirt
Yeah we run up with that bag, we on go
We gon' cook some shit up n***a, we gon' sell all this blow
Little boy's tryna run away, pay me what you owe (what you owe)
Fuck n***a, he get sent down below
We gon' run up in the crowd like a fuckin' mosh pit
N***a get out of my DM's, n***a I don't owe you shit
You can see that fuckin' glow, yeah that shit is on my wrist
Yeah she give me fuckin' top, I don't wanna give a kiss
N***as steady on my dick, n***a get up off my sack
They be fiendin' for some candy like a fuckin' flapjack
N***as worried 'bout me, they not focused on they bag
N***as dissin' dead n***as, they don't know shit, it's sad
N***as flexin' they drug use, flexin' fuckin' shrooms
N***as be that bold they just stay up in they room
N***as got an ego, they ain't even make it, they a fool
I could give less of a fuck, n***a I'm just cool
[Chorus: lungskull]
Poppin' molly, I'm on X
Blicks till we K, when I catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a fuckin' spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
Fuck the feds had to put em' in the race
I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them bitches laced
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

[Outro: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Sample]
You're fortunate your arm's broken. If not for that you wouldn't be getting off so easily