BASH HIS F***ING BRAINS IN WIT A MALLET, MY DUDE lyrics

[Intro: Fukkit]
No, I'm saying this is—this song is gonna be hard (Woah, uh)
(H E A L) Yeah, yeah (It's a banger), yeah
Yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah), yeah (Uh)

[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Who that standing in the mirror? I can't recognize that n*gga
Why he staring at me blankly looking stupid, I might kill him
On my Glock is that extended, push it fully to yo' fitted
Got that paper on me, blue, so take a clue how I do business
Watch me take a risk, lemonade chain look like Brisk
I got hits on hits, yo' b*tch just got hit and quit like mits, spray them shots like mist
Beam make sure I never miss my target, taste the kiss of death
OD like Chris Farley with that Tommy boy, yes

[Chorus: Fukkit & Brando+]
So I'm back up on my bullsh*t, make 'em eat the full clip
They would think he in gymnastics way you see that body flip
Dancing when that automatic whistle through that hollow tip
Looking at my di*k ecstatic, but she still gon' swallow kids
Like back up on my bullsh*t, make 'em eat the full clip
They would think he in gymnastics way you peep that body flip
Dancing when the automatic whistle through that hollow tip
Looking at my di*k ecstatic, but she still gon' swallow it (Yeah, yeah), like huh

[Verse 2: Brando+]
I'm only here to speak the truth, this ain't no fun for me (Mhm, mhm)
That's why I eat it in the booth, that's why they come for me (Yeah, okay)
That's why I spit this sick sh*t, it's like a job to me (Yeah, yeah)
So when you see me b*tch don't even f*cking bother me (Okay, okay, okay)
That's why I'm up at night, puffin' on that cherry like a nightlight (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
Take a flight, taking all these drugs until they take my life (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sak pasé to all my Zoes, sellin' dope by the corner store
I can feel that coke in my throat, I might overdose
But before I go, I might up the pole, might let it go
Let em' know, you don't want no Midnight on yo' head, vro
I'ma upper cut a n*gga if he lying to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'ma face f*ck a pus*y if he trying to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The toughest faggot with them Twitter fingers tappin' away (Mm, yeah, mm)
You little f*ck n*gga, let me take your life away (Yeah, yeah, okay)
I'll walk right in yo' crib (Okay), and take a sh*t on yo' floor (Okay)
'Cause you ain't finna do sh*t (Yeah, yeah), and that's the way that it goes (Yeah, yeah, okay), uh
Anyway, anyway, anyway, uh (Yeah)
I been writing plays, making waves and I'm paving lanes, huh (Okay)
Feeling like I'm Fukkit, yeah, come cop your clout today (Yeah)
Wake up every day and b*tch I'm feeling like the greatest (Huh)
This record is so fire that a critic cannot rate it (Nope)
'Cause what did I just say? Yeah, I'm the f*ckin' greatest (b*tch), huh, yeah