The Dungeon lyrics

(Verse 1)

All you f*cking jokers
Keep on doubting me
I swear you bout to
Make me start a killing spree
Feeling me
I swear these drugs keep killing me
I know I’m at the top
There’s no uncertainty
Damn
I see you drowning
I see you drowning
Let me help you out
I’m a put all of my weight
On the back of your neck
Until I see you turn blue
And start choking out
Lil pus*y ass
Don’t run your mouth
I’ll chop you up
And stuff you in my couch
I’ll invite a couple friends
I swear they love walking
All in my house like
Damn
That’s a beautiful piece
You just put in your living room Kraven
I love what you’ve done with place
I just love all the bodies
Your stacking up saving
Homicide vacation
I’m so glad your finally staying
I keep killers all around me
It’s your life they finally taking
Bad b*tch with me
She just walk with a strut
I love the way she moves that body
She don’t talk unless we f*ck
I eat the pus*y off the plate
Then stick my di*k in her butt
I know she don’t like catching feelings
So I ain’t tryna cuff
I heard her ex a tough guy
pus*y run up
I met her at the gym
Her hair was done up
If you wanna see the bed
Then shawty come up
I tell the b*tch to rub my feet
Until the sun up
Mr. I go harder
Mr. skateboard in that pus*y
Like I’m Mr. Carter
Not the president
But I’m the president of horror
Take that mediocre body
Put you in my floor
Rappers bring me more
Yeah
People keep saying I’m gone off the meter
I just be spitting that ether
I just be sippin a lot
I just went through a liter
I think I need me a breather
I just be walking a lot
I just bought a 2 seater
Homie you look like a geezer
I be on fire a lot
Need to sleep in a freezer
Hot as hell without a fever
That pus*y a brat
In the bed gotta beat her
di*k is a snack
Gotta feed her
I’m independent
Yeah I do not need her
I know this b*tch a man eater
She loving my di*k
Yeah she know that it pipe her
She just be naming it Peter
In love with the pus*y
I can’t just have one
Don’t worry girl I’m not a cheater
Only God can judge me
Put a tat on my chest
I’ll never let nobody touch me
Put crack in their neck
“Yo Kraven murder all these rappers”
I just did so what’s next
I got a couple thousand on me
You still cashing your check
Damn
I don’t give no f*cks about you
pus*y ass boy I doubt you
Ever thought I’d be here
And you’d be there
Asking me how to
Become the superstar
That you wanted to be
b*tch I’m a charge you for the answer
I ain’t talking for free
Cuz I get paid for this sh*t
You just be paying to spit
I got a lot of ammunition
Better hope I don’t flip
Cuz I’m a throw away my pills
And start to double my kills
This ain’t a murder
This a massacre
I’m handing out chills
People like to gossip
On that sh*t about me
But if I catch em in the act
Another stat they gon be
I know they ain’t got a enough balls
To start a war up with me
I got them shooters tryna shoot ya
You can get it for free
I got a razor blade with AR’s
You gon taste the grenade
Homie just let me check my calendar
We’ll pick you a day
You talking all that good good
pus*y I’m not the one
We gon just let them rats eat ya
Like it’s room 101
This is the Dungeon
You know I ain’t tryna talk
I wanna function
In a condo with two twins
But we ain’t bunkin
All these girl just wanna f*ck
So we b*tch f*ckin
These hoes be suckin