Carcosa - Robotrippin' Rat Pack lyrics

[Intro] Flushing Scotch A f**in' act of terrorism This is music to k** prostitutes to [Verse 1] Click clack, boom Cumin' hard like teens in tube socks Homeboy, we in the boondocks Quarter on the pool table, couple for the jukebox Ain't got your song, bump it on the boom box Get the people jumpin' (jumpin') Off the motherf**in' rooftop (rooftop) Real talk, where your mom keep her scripts? Steal them sh**s, and burn this b**h down with everybody in it I'm that rock n' roll Rorschach, b**h Repertoire of lions that'll tear your throat out Roadhouse, wiped clean, f**er got the format Final Cut his head off on the floor mat This proverbial verbiage sh**'s perverted, but courteous Grab the keys and some bourbon, b**h Drivin' drunk, and I'm swervin' k** your kid; he deserved it Trippin' on shrooms, air duster Adderall day, atta-boy, motherf**er Pull them panties to the side, c*nt and cocoa bu*ter No rubber, fist f** her when I uppercut her Hold up one goddamn minute Mindless motherf**er, mind your own business Send this sh** back to '86 So these cynics see that I ain't finished This is just the beginnin' Nice guy k**er, pistol called Kindness Lucy trip with a snake sittin' spineless k** your god like a Pilate I'm flyin' back in time, time to die, f** the time is (bye-bye) Dumb it down, cause you dummies dumb as f** now Dumb the f** out, b**h you are done now Low before, well you're in the dumps now By sundown, body is lyin' in the dumpster [Bridge] Lyin' in the dumpster We don't watch Faces of d**h Naw, we f** b**h's faces to d**h [Hook] We be that rowdy robotrippin' rat pack A bunch of sh** talkers, we spit scat Flushing Scotch, b**h I ain't pullin' out I got my motherf**in' mask down, come in your house (bounce, bounce, bounce, b**h) We be that rowdy robotrippin' rat pack A bunch of sh** talkers, we spit scat Flushing Scotch, b**h I ain't pullin' out I got my motherf**in' mask down, come in your house (bounce, bounce, bounce, b**h) We be that rowdy robotrippin' rat pack A bunch of sh** talkers, we spit scat Flushing Scotch, b**h I ain't pullin' out I got my mask down, motherf**in' come in your house b**h Better get more complex security systems [Verse 2] Click clack, boom f** that, necrophilia Pull back, lemme see you pop a wheelie, bruh Helium, raise it up into the ceilin' Colby jack off in your quesadilla I'm kickin' back, getting' gunpowder and gas Blast a crowd of b**hes on their yoga mats Then I wonder back into the cabbage patch With a batch of tabs and acid trip Compliments of the kimono Burnin' b**hes, thunder clap in Oklahoma Shape up, shake it off like epilepsy Stayin' busy, cuttin' kiddies from titties with a machete Listen—give her the Dick Nixon p**y like a glove, OJ Simpson Made me cum, then her a** made me breakfast Plain and simple, lettuce no dressin' Pentagrams of cinnamon and M&M's Snortin' Ritalin, pillagin' their villages Takin' women's innocence, all positions, kid Wake your daughter early like it was Christmas Kickin' rocks, some kickin' tunes to kick it to sh** to get you in the mood to kick a kitten, dude Sneak in rooms, cuttin' everybody's feedin' tubes Poppin' Jack, all I need is the pickle juice (b**h) Pop my collar, your bubble This ain't the Bronx, Jackie Boy, but we rumble b**h, gets penetrated double, four knuckles deep Yeah, I'm bout to make that ho struggle Mask down (click clack), makin' paper stack Watch them b**hes run, race to the dog tracks k**in' kids, Casper, I put him in the casket Shaq Diesel, b**h, break the basket [Outro] Flushing Scotch The f**in' Cough Syrup Coyote Finger bangin' b**hes in hell Crush my cigarettes like your f**in' dreams Christopher Walken to your home, and break both of your f**in' knees Leave your a** like Christopher Reeves, b**h You think I got a motherf**in' ego now Wait till my clothin' line drops, b**h I'm the motherf**in' . . . f**in' one that calls the shots Colin Bynes, AKA the f**in' cli*oris Concierge Jason Voorhees Rookie Card, b**h Michael Myers . . . nah, that's not as good