The End Lyrics

Fuck with me, it be the end of your journey

You ain't gettin' up, so they won't send a gurney

I guess it's a lesson that you never learnin

So don't even try to pretend that you heard me

Ridin round with a dead body in the front seat

That's just a typical weekend at Bernie's

Sick enough to rip the head off a birdie

And sell it to a blind kid, I'll go to hell surely

Stayed up late, I woke up early

Wake up to head, she suckin' my Burmese

Python givin' her my rod, she climbs on top

Now she yellin' oh my guy, no paranormal activity

But I'ma set up a tripod, I can only fuck with the lights on

Stickin' this bitch like I'm practicin' voodoo

Netflix and chillin', I canceled my Hulu

Usually a nice guy, but I can get brutal

Hit your grandma with an RKO and punk kick a poodle

Drunk as fuck, hop in the two-door

Pushin' a buck, the cops are too slow

Watch for the burner, better get blue glow

Try and catch me? I bet that you won't, I feel unstoppable

I can wrestle the cocaine bear and play fetch with Cujo

Go swimmin' with the Loch Ness, I am not stressed

One burial plot left, I am not death

But I swing a scythe to chop heads, you drop dead

The dot's red, couple bullet holes, hot lead

Put a knife to your neck, get my point across

Take ya life, then I skate like Tony Hawk

Disappear in the dark, puttin fear in your heart

I'ma tear you apart, yeah, I'm goin' off

If they want beef, I will turn them into a vegetable

My flow is so unique, they think it's extraterrestrial

Just listen to the beat, my man Bloodshot's a professional

When I bump this in the Jeep, think I should be in correctionals

I tell this little freak to spread her cheeks, my erection's full

She fiddles with the meat, hope I don't skeet unintentional

From the boonies and the streets, and my rap's unconventional

Little loony, I'm a beast, my attacks unpreventable

Hack em' with the ax, keep certain parts as collectibles

Someone happens to rat, I say my reasons are medical

My attic is a lab, I'm just a mad intellectual

When I have em on the slab, the maggots have their bellies full

You are edible, the bugs will eat you like a jelly roll

My rap's illegible, the voices in my head, they tell me so

I'm incredible, hear voices of the dead from hell below

Rotting corpses in the shed, they said my charge is federal