Frankie Krupnik - Drunken Misfits lyrics

[Verse 1: Frankie Krupnik] You know I crush sh** cuss a little bit when I bust raps Throw a b**h a bone and she bring it right back Came a long way since my first rap Got these hoes on my sack Like the bird lab p**y had a fur hat And I ain't f**ing with that Keep chugging em back She was chugging it back Make the chicks squack When I hit her in the box with the co*k sh** is hot I'm about to pop off [Verse 2: Butane] Back up get down on my big co*k Get your boy back home on his laptop Cranking off loads inside his tube socks With the blinds down like some motherf**ing blue blocs f** him I just finish you off With a little bit of vodka I trick you with pillow cuffs I give you my buzzy shot Up in your wicked lock b**h that's what you want? b**h that's what I got [Verse 3: Frankie Krupnik] Yo I'm tailgating hoes up in traffic I'm all up in that a** b**h Spit it hard no acid [obvious?] Burn a hole through your esophagus You already know motherf**er We're no co*kblocking it's just Me and butane spittin flames gettin dames wet She was on the rag so I took a rain check Don't once I ain't leave a speck of evidence Excellent excellence my poetry is elegant [Verse 4: Butane] f** the course we can go all night Like a motherf**ing Pan Am rail out flight So I grab the mic And i grab a b**h As i bust down sweet lines on the map It's like the chilli peppers said it You can s** my kiss But i do you one better You can s** my dick As i'm dumping loads In the back of your throat Like a finishing coat That's all she wrote [Verse 5: Frankie Krupnik] I want p**y in abundance Booty looking like an onion Dick harder than a bun and Young gun trigger finger in your punster And I'm like i rhyme I don't give a mother f** where you fry p**y with a spliff lick Drunken misfit The way I'm lighten up this trees is like its christmas Covering your lips with my blistex Never pa** a piss test b**h I'm sicker than some incest [Verse 6: Butane] Turn it up full blast get the speakers blown Call every chickies up on my iphone Hold place be pumpin like a common zone Make a D on the beat with the 49 keys Please Skeeze Drop to your knees While i crush a f**ing six pack off with them jeans A can speed it up and slow it down Eat it up and pa** it around Get up on the merry go round Get up on the yucon[?] now [Verse 7: Frankie Krupnik] I'm efficient equivalent to royalties Why these b**hes spoil me Lube the p**y now its oily Big frank sharper than a shank in the prison [yar?] Vocabulary Villain blue ribbon b**h I'm goin hard on these motherf**ing beats You ain't heard hoe? I mix the hash with the weed so it burns slow And have another hit Now i feel immaculate Shot the k** macho man b**h im on the savage sh** [Verse 8: Butane] Bad behavior I got me breaking rules Silent waver I take you outta school Parted favours I let you in the booth And drop to your knees while I spit the truth All up in you grill girl Let it spill girl I'm always busting nuts getting some in your guts Cause i go where i wanna go Do what i wanna do But they be sticking on me like some crazy glue