MIDNIGHT

[Verse 1: Ugly Frank] Look, look My eyes bleeding Im dreaming the devils talking to me My clock ticking dog This week I'm bout to crack Had to stick a pussy nigga for his chain to get a sack Cellphone in my backpack, fuckboy, back back Who the fuck you knew could kick some game I fucking do So rock the leather fitted cap And still remain to be the cool one Talking hella slick I split your dame up with my crew tee on And skated that bitch, scooping all the babes up from the hoopers Look I stack heavy, I'm checking my Blackberry Hit the telly, scan the lot to find a spot to stash your body at Overlook the water, hit my powder pack Text your baby momma You alone, can I come over, for a power nap? Bust that pussy open, then I tell her bring it back Bitch I know that you in love, but I don't got the time for that All you little mafucker chillin' with his pistols packed When you rich its just a certain type of bitch that you attract For real Another day another cap is peeled I'm walking faded in a cactus field I know I'm practically famous So I be traveling with shaded eyes and packin' steel Go ask your Mama, I'm a mac for real Ya feel? Two in the morning I be creepin' through the window Get your TV and your indo Fuck, police is bitches back to back I got your camera and your speaker system fucking crack It's no remorse my nigga stack for stack Bump a little crack, hit my bitchs Passed Stumbled to the back, fully loaded Fuck em' from the back, struggled with a match Dead I only grown up, with a boner in a mosh pit My pupil wanderin my Glock tip It's Butcher [Verse 2: Evergreenone] I'm eyein down this ... Will it ever drink itself Dealin with depression ain't been doing well Locked inside a room with a demon Stuck at the Bates motel Fucked off the H, uncle stays up in a prison cell So fuckin up is in my blood Don't believe in luck I'm standin up on this ledge I might fuckin jump I swear to god I'll swan dive My soul died When my dad left this world in a burgundy hearse with closed eyes It's showtime, so dim the lights and let me talk Henny in my blood, I keep telling myself I need to stop Sniff dope at truck stops Grew up hearing gunshots I really hope your favorite rapper ends up gettin fuckin popped I hate rap, I love money it's nothing new I ain't payin dues Oh you big time, the fuck is you? Top shelf, booze Karate choppin that powder down Mama never quit dem bad habits, she just passed them down I see things different than all these pussies do All I want is money I study killers and kung fu Step inside my mind, you might think I sleep in a padded room Look at me, I rap I smoke kush, I got tattoos I'm cooking in the kitchen turn a 1 to 3 Take me fucking serious, my favrite persons Lil B Dope game fucked off So hit your boy, follow me Right around this corner, take your money bitch I love the beef It's Mr.Dontgiveafuck, smash around in monster trucks Middle fingers up screaming burn the world Puke yak, hurl, blow some fuckin chunks It's ILLFIGHTYOU, errybody else is chumps [Verse 3: Khris P] Tubs of crack, your pocket watch and turn it up to gold chain Problem is I got pockets wildin out and doin cocaine Lines on the table, Lying I ain't able Genesis to my crucifix, came and I ain't able Gin and six cups of Jesus juice Justify why my jeans is loose Act a ass and I got reasons to So fuck you and everything you are I'm hollerin money ain't a thing cause I heard it on a song So that's the damn thang ain't it So pay me Stake props on making it famous We bout to claim it Bitch that you supposedly claimin locally famous Lickin nuts up on the back of the bus Buzzin the anus Fanboy you posed to be a poster child Posted up and you know I got the heater out I'm hunting rats,snakes,mice,jakes,anything I want cheese OD'd off liquid, I walk slowly Tip-toe, jump cracks, limbo Layin leather like lettermans on the back of bimbos Then you backin our beat bumpin out trucks and windows With my money I'm Doug funny to Carl Winslows None of my kin folks sane, all my cuz is country Keep the muscle like Bane, the burner in the buggy Lovely, new pit bull, raw yo bitch my loft Had a off day, ye Them drugs is fuckin with me 150 for the blinds that cover pupils Coupus ponderous stay thinkin and speakin stupid But the rule will be, you will see, last light, end of days D.I.E fuck nigga I'm Charles Barkley, big dog barkin Ya'll cocker spaniels nickname Sparky Spark tree, hate to put it blunt but the end is near A roach burnin and the ashes guts everywhere