FCK Boy! lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yo
Got a heart cold as gazpacho, pink furs like Lots-O'
Hug and kiss with a di*k long as the hot dog at Costco
Brawlin like Nacho Picasso, but I don't box, though
Just tote the Rosco to turn beef into Sloppy Joe’s
Nah I’m lyin, I don’t shoot n*ggas but think that line was cold
Drunk rockin gorillas so driver slow down this windin road
Live live, die by the motto that’s the survival code
All who don’t abide by it swallowed whole in this lifeless hole
Project Dynamo, Simon Phoenix out the cryo zone
Be like “yo you got it bro” then hit n*ggas with body blows
Sneak n*ggas, watching Twin Peaks, with Mystique n*gga
She ask me who to shape shift to, I told her do SZA
Grew up as a geek, I was banned from the bad b*tches
Fire burned so pure in my heart, bro I just had to hit em
“X fell off” then tell me why none of y'all still ain’t f*ckin with em
Black balled him before, this time y'all gon' have to kill em

[Chorus]
You ain't met a mothaf*cka that can kill a mothaf*cka like that crazy motherf*cka named Mr. Muthaf*cka
You ain't met a mothaf*cka that can kill a mothaf*cka like that crazy motherf*cka named Mr. Muthaf*cka
You ain't met a mothaf*cka that can kill a mothaf*cka like that crazy motherf*cka named Mr. Muthaf*cka
You ain't met a mothaf*cka that can kill a mothaf*cka like that crazy motherf*cka named Mr. Muthaf*cka