Punk! (ft 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