Nightmare On Funkhouser Lyrics

It's that boy from down below

Dump the chop until it glow

I got like 300 bitches begging me to do a show

I got choppas without numbers

Tell the cops that one's a joke

I no longer bag up dope

But sendemup still sending smoke

Fuck with suckas and they bitches cuz I think it's fucking funny

Pussy sliding up behind me

Sucka thought I was a dummy

I pop out I'm moving sluggish

Poppin pills and chugging muddy

But my blade is steady swinging

Poke him up and drain his tummy

Its slimmy the rip bitch

Slimmy da slug

Whippin the Benz all the way to pool for two styrofoam cups just to fill em with mud

Whippin the Benz to like where the fuck ever

I don't really care bitch I'm hotter than ever

I'm bagging two bitches then tie em together

Then pulling my knife out of leather with pleasure

Slimmy da ripper the bringer of terror

Disguised as alliance though brining the horde

That pussy got ARs and FNs and choppas that boom and I'm still pullin up with a sword

I might whip a Benz but I don't want it covered in blood so bitch run if I pull up in ford

Pull up and I welcome you fuckers aboard

Face covered in blood and my head full of thorns

Do not check the score

Bitch I'm on tip top

Slide with the chop chopped

No time for chit chat

Suckas get mopped pop

Bitch better get back

Hit em with the drop shot

Turn that fuckers white tee into a crop top

Sound of the Glock cock

Sound of the what now

Sound like sendemup

Bitch better shut mouth

Pop out in all black

Funk gettin shutdown

Pull out the camo

Sucka get cut down

The junky the killa collector of corpse

I'm fucking some bitch then I'm murkin get thrown in the river cuz slimmy can fuck with a whore

I'm grabbing my shovel collecting my story the cops found a bitch fucking rotten ashore

I panic I'm running around feelin manic

The funk full of stones it can't fit anymore

Y'all thought I was done bitch come suck a dick

This mag keeping 30 got 6 any sucka get clipped

Whole block get bagged up and zipped

Choppa got duct tape holding a beam

Upgrade to a trij now ain't what it seem

Pussy boy glow white bright pop on his team

Choppa pop like a night light stuck in a dream

Fuck with the team

Slimmy got flow like a murderous villain

Slimmy the freezer cuz slimmy be chillin

Slimmy the man with the gavel I'm feeding you gravel the king of the western dominion

Slimmy be rappin and trappin you think that he actin until he go bag up a million

I put a foot in yo ass

Choppa to shatter the glass

Choppa leave you in the past

That wood grain grip pop you in the lip

I'm limping with sip as I laugh

Catching a body a hobby

Slimmy come through like tsunami

Slimmy get swingin a blade turn a bitch to salami

Fold suckas up like origami

Choppin the barrel up off of the shotty

I got me a bounty

Don't wanna embody

You bitches can't keep up do not try to copy

I'm Ricky da Bobby I need a Ferrari

I dropped a few pills in my coffee I'm sluggish

But I am still calmly unloading the Tommy

I pop on the army I pop anybody

I recommend getting the fuck right behind me