[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