Punk! (feat. Lil Darkie)

Ahem, the definition of punk according to Google is

A worthless person, often used as a general term of abuse

(Huh aye uh)

Fuck the dictionary

Uh

I'mma mo'f*ckin punk

I, like to get f*cking drunk

At, times I act like a mug

Cus, I might be off them drugs

I, think that I might be nuts

E! F in the chat

I’ve had 4 days of crap from a b*tch who just really wanna smash me

F*ck all o' that, get all the back

Then f*ck off a pack that’s tax free

Aye, I just had to ditch that mask and the vest

But yeah I’ll rep a bally if you were ever with the chef

If any f*cking pus*y moving left I'mma put him in check

With a quef through his chest, uh

I dish out the death, I spark up the meth, I’ll pop a few pills

I sniff up that ket, I'll run up the set, I make yo b*tch wet, aye

You don’t owe me, yet nevertheless the mic knows me

I’m comin' straight for ya neck I’m no phony, uh

I live for the red that flows on me

You wanna go toe to toe I’m like Broly

Shadow-box your face into the unholy moly

If you got a plan for p then come show me

Got too many homies that owe me

Might have to run up on bro with a pokey

Slowly pull up with Henny too f*cking cozy

Spin man's jaw like a rollie-pollie

Then I'll smoke up and I go do ghostie

Need you to face the facts

Pick a step and f*ckin' take it back

Got the motherf*ckin' blade intact

Got an army up in Russia that’ll beat your face from black to blue

To black to blue to black, yah

I’m sick of f*ckin' sleeping, I'm a demon

You can f*ck your f*ckin' goals that you be dreamin'

I don’t do what I am told I do up treason, f*ckin' heathen

I got no time to f*ckin' wait, I'd rather leave em

And I'd rather die young than get old

I drink Monsta' Ultra with my vodka

You should call me Kyle like you oughta

Shoulda thoughta before ya found out that

Uh

I'mma mo'f*ckin punk

I, like to get f*cking drunk

At, times I act like a mug

Cus, I might be off them drugs

I, think that I might be nuts

E! F in for the chat

I’ve had four days of crap from a b*tch who just really wanna smash me

F*ck all o' that, get all the back

Then f*ck off a pack that’s tax free

Oi (haha!)

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Oi, is that a dirty Yank I see?

Hua, hua

F*ck off, this beat is not punk

I am the anti monk, you under a rock like gunk

Smoking on a pack of that

F*cking up a n*gga lung and put him on the back

I am in the alley take a penny for the crack

Xanny with the Henny make a little n*gga yack

Everybody wanna be punk with they tats

But it isn't very punk to do something in the past

If we stopped huffing NOS and made music different than each other's dogs

And we stopped breakin' everybody's jaws so they can't say nothin' about your cause

And instead of followin' we made the laws

And instead of wallowin' we kick a funk

And if we manage that before the ship has sunk

Then all you pus*y b*tches can be called a punk

I wanna let you know that you were never sh*t

And you will never be able to fit your di*k inside your own jaw unless you break ya back

Or you could practice that until you drain your sack of all semen

And meanin' I'm seemin' real mean and I mean it when I say a n*gga is fiendin'

I'm sick and I'm dreamin'

You swear that you seen him up on a roof screamin' "Hey!"

Uh

I'mma mo'f*ckin punk

I, like to get f*cking drunk

At, times I act like a mug

Cus, I might be off them drugs

I, think that I might be nuts

E! F in for the chat

I’ve had 4 days of crap from a b*tch who just really wanna smash me

F*ck all o' that, get all the back

Then f*ck off a pack that’s tax free