[Verse 1: Frankie Krupnik]
You know I crush sh*t cuss a little bit when I bust raps
Throw a b*tch 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
pus*y had a fur hat
And I ain't f*cking with that
Keep chugging em back
She was chugging it back
Make the chicks squack
When I hit her in the box with the c*ck
sh*t is hot I'm about to pop off
[Verse 2: Butane]
Back up get down on my big c*ck
Get your boy back home on his laptop
Cranking off loads inside his tube socks
With the blinds down like some motherf*cking blue blocs
f*ck 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
b*tch that's what you want?
b*tch that's what I got
[Verse 3: Frankie Krupnik]
Yo I'm tailgating hoes up in traffic
I'm all up in that ass b*tch
Spit it hard no acid [obvious?]
Burn a hole through your esophagus
You already know motherf*cker
We're no c*ckblocking 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]
f*ck the course we can go all night
Like a motherf*cking Pan Am rail out flight
So I grab the mic
And i grab a b*tch
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 di*k
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 pus*y in abundance
Booty looking like an onion
di*k harder than a bun and
Young gun trigger finger in your punster
And I'm like i rhyme
I don't give a mother f*ck where you fry
pus*y 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 p*ss test
b*tch 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 f*cking 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 b*tches spoil me
Lube the pus*y now its oily
Big frank sharper than a shank in the prison
[yar?] Vocabulary Villain blue ribbon b*tch
I'm goin hard on these motherf*cking 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
b*tch im on the savage sh*t
[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