Denzel Curry - Raider Klan Phonk lyrics

*Raider-Raider-Raider Klan, C$PG* [Verse 1: Ruben Slikk] Ruben Slikk, the n***a with that f**ing tongue I lick that p**y up, I had that b**h so sprung s**ing my dick so hard she bit the skin of my f**ing snake Ruben f**ing Slikk, I jack my dick and then I masturbate 24 times and skeet up in her face, just to feel the load in her f**ing mouth Tell that b**h to swallow the whole thing Ruben Slikk, keeping that c**aine Cause I make it rain In the club with my trap-work and my pipework, mane Pimp sh**, mix this sh** on up- a Mixologist What they call a G, when they hating looking at my chips n***a check yo boy out, at the f**ing ATM I ain't got no bank account, I don't pay no taxes man n***a this is pimp sh**, catch me with my ears glisten Yeah I got 2 studs, in my right ear b**h So I can hear clear, f** her in the rear b**h Bad boy sh**, Raider Klan black flag in... [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Yeah I'm leaving n***as shook Denzel Curry in that untold chapter of your Harry Potter book It's me, the P-R the I-E the S-T to the H double O-E n***a that is me to the priest To the hood looks good, yeah its that Denzel Curry motherf**er Already told you I am as cool as McFlurry If you wanna drop me, and wanna try and attack; n***a you will get bit like a f**ing Big Mac Its that n***a named Curry, no chicken I'm k**ing b**hes without the AK, lyrical spray Hey! What is (?) k**ing these co*kroaches Denzel Curry a flow b**h Everybody knows that Denzel Curry got that white sh** Coke, b**h Leave em cokey in the wet Denzel Curry, I'm catching the (?) Let me go and sit, n***as transact Off my b**h, off the f**ing Raider Klan M.O.E gang Denzel Curry about to rip this b**h with that Raider slang Yeah, I come in this b**h ready to attack Smack a b**h, chicken head, but I ain't no Project Pat Let me pa** it back, to the motherf**ing 3-6 Denzel Curry, the one and the only, the n***a (?) I'm k**ing the sh** like that, now.. [Verse 3: SpaceGhostPurrp] Up on the motherf**ing beat, trying to do this sh** walking down the street With the black trench coat And I'm coming for your f**ing throat Wanna play these games, my n***a just know I'm not the lame Spitting the motherf**ing flow for the listeners You already know these b**hes ain't missing us They kissing us And my dick is on her face, kissing my nuts My n***a I put her in her place b**h I'm the king, big ding-a-ling Got the fattest, phonkiest sounds my n***a in the state ring Old school, take it back to the '88 Already know my n***a got the .38, robbing n***as straight coming through, I'm knocking n***as heads off, my n***a I ain't stopping And if you think that I'm a b**h Come test me motherf**er, I'll throw your a** up in the ditch Now listen, to the way I go hard Throw the motherf**ing beat while I ride through your boulevard n***a don't start if you think that I am a joke Goddamn I'm so f**ed up, like I was on coke But I'm not, I'm sober And I am going to come through in the f**ing black Range Rover The black vamp, and I don't give a damn n***a C$PG, Raider Klan; we going HAM