THE DRUGS ARE WINNING lyrics

[Verse 1: Tufty]
In the crib like I got a p*ss kink, I'm a weirdo
I'm involved with the mafia like Robert DeNiro
Non-binary faggot counting up one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
That's a million, acquired through fraudulent means
You're a fake scammer, b*tch, you don't know what fraudulent means
I been getting pus*y since the birth of Jesus Christ
Shoot you in your face 'cause you do not need your life
Show up to the party, ruin everything, Adam Conover
Sex Havers on the aux, can't wait till the song's over
Hit the evil blunt, f*cked up till next October
In the DMs with your hoe, I'm like, "hey, come on over!"
Oh wait, she can't, I forgot my crib booby trapped
J.K. Rowling opp pack, I can't wait to doobie that
f*cked up in the crib like I need a goddamn Scooby Snack
In the cinema, yeah that's where I watch the movie at
Feel like Aretha Franklin, I need that respect
In the blunt rotation like "ooh, me next!"
Hoes be talking down to me and making me erect
I gotta get to the money or die, it's a birth defect
Young Leon Trotsky, I'm chilling out in Mexico
Chilling out in the Philippines, that's a f*cking Archipelago
Out in so many places, wouldn't catch me out in Texas though
Ignore your stupid ass like I didn't know you said hello
If you ask me about the crime scene, I was not near it
New Tom MacDonald dropped, you know I will not hear it
I sampled Despacito in this song and I did not clear it
Move unpredictably like a Rick Ross lyric
Fell in love with the pen, started f*cking the ink
Guinness World Records, number one greatest twink
Foolish ass should have never clicked my suspicious link, I've hacked into your mind and control what you think
[Verse 2: Quare]
b*tches wanna f*ck 'cause I got positive eye canthal
Pull up on your b*tch and then she gets dismantled
Do a hit-and-run, I call that a skedaddle
I can fit almost anything into my as*h*le
I got ADD, but I pull up in the Focus
Every single thing that comes out your mouth is f*cking bogus
I been getting swarmed with fat asses like they're locusts
I been getting pus*y since the Cambrian explosion
I have a very fine assortment of Beyblades
Your dirty ass the reason Chuck E. Cheese don't got no play place
b*tches got Marmite on their plate thinking they ate
Intrude the flight intercoms and I start yelling "mayday!"
I feel like LeBron because I'm going to court
Chop you into f*cking pieces like you're a boar
I f*ck on that b*tch like I'm going to war
Buy me choccy milk or I will blow up the store
Say you're sad your grandma died, but that sh*t is not genuine
I be eating so much, my stomach is an empty pit
Climb up your urethra like the trunk of an elephant
I wish I could go sober but I do not get to quit
I might AirDrop everyone something absolutely heinous
I exit in a single file line because I'm a genius
I can't go five minutes without thinking about p*nis
I can't f*cking look at you, b*tch you make me squeamish
Me and bro got the same di*k size, we're congruent
Stop trying to talk sh*t because you are not fluent
You keep fumbling the bag because you can't f*cking hold on to it
It will be airtight sealed if you keep sucking on my di*k
Hop on the beat and the first thing I do is lie
You are a little b*tch if you claim you can't hurt a fly
All the experts are saying you deserve to die
God f*cking damn it there's something in my f*cking eye
[Verse 3: Sluds]
Can't get out of the pus*y, I think I glued my di*k
Sometimes I win, and other times I lose a bit
My dad yelled at me so loud, thought there were two of him
Tweaking off that devil perc, I'm f*cked up off the crucifix
Working at Amazon, that's modern day slavery
I need silverware for the pus*y, this sh*t's savory
I been making dough, got more cake than the bakery
You can't rap one bar right, b*tch you ain't me
b*tch, google "fax machine", it's images of my face
Back in 2008 I ERPed on Myspace
Walk out an all-you-can-eat thinking I ate
Sipping vodka on I-10 and I crash the i8
I been getting pus*y since the Mesozoic era
These days, I'm smoking weed with better hoes and spare blunts
You pull up to Walmart, get a pole but don't square up
I been getting bread, b*tch I'm full of that Panera
Hitting that penjamin in Blinkerton City
In my bed I bend your b*tch, I'm getting her giddy
Got guns on my helicopter, I destroy the Earth quickly
b*tch look like she got Ebola, that hoe sickly
I'm on the A-list and you're on the E-list
She tryna tell me 'bout her day, b*tch shut up and eat it
I might go f*cking psychotic without any reason
Construction worker pus*y got my di*k harder than cement
Elon Musk always talking 'bout some SpaceX
That pus*y mid as f*ck, it's making me hate sex
Broke b*tch at the bank tryna cash in blank checks
We f*ck from midnight till two in the A.M
Tried to withdraw, but they only had dimes and nickels
Shot him in the f*cking head because his life was fickle
Don't want to go to work, I turn myself into a pickle
You still acting two years old stanning the Wiggles
[Interlude: Tufty, Sluds]
Bro, get out of the booth, bro, you're done, bro
Don't tell me what to do!

[Verse 4: Sluds]
Feel like Zack Fox in the booth, verse two, bro
Cheating on my b*tch, feel like Uzi Vert with two hoes
When my grandma died, I was hurting, I hit a new low
I'm the hare, and you're a f*cking tortoise, moving too slow
The whip like Lil Wayne mixtapes, got no ceiling
Yesterday I shot a man, and the action evoked no feelings
Just got circ*mcised, it looked like a banana peeling
When I learned about pus*y, I didn't think it was a real thing
Shoutout my homie's post, I'm giving it Reddit Gold
Poker face on point, I could have nothing but I bet you'll fold
Got really low tolerance, f*cked up off one edible
f*cked her for the one time, that pus*y was incredible
pus*y wetter than the ocean
Got captured by a witch, that b*tch force-fed me a potion
Dumbass standing in a field, I shot him in the open
Punched that idiot in the face 'cause his name was Logan
Bought a blowjob on Craigslist for a 50% discount
My brother used to want a snake but he wants a fish now
The water stays on my neck, even in drought
Can't keep listening to all the songs you sh*t out
Big body monster truck, fee-fi-fo-fummin'
Have a foursome, I got three hoes, and they c*mmin'
In the cut with Shrek eatin' three fourths of an onion
My family tree f*cked up, got three fourths of a cousin
Look a label head in the eyes while I tear up his contract
Got a restraining order from the bank, zero contact
When I see a new Lambo model, know I want that
You know I get wrinkly as f*ck after a long bath
I'm a psycho, when I kill people you'll catch me grinning
When I gamble at Vegas, I get many winnings
My aunt stopped praising God, I feel like the bugs are sinning
Tryna fight the war on drugs, but the drugs are winning!