F.T.K.U. Lyrics

Uh, I'm so fucking sick of the Krusty Krab

Fuck this

I have to respond to this shit

Karen, pull up the instrumental for Peek-A-Boo

Oh, yeah

All right, now, chop and screw it

Maybe reverse it

Oh, this is the one

Krabs ain't ready for this shit

Let's go

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Who the baddest motherfucker in the sea

Well, it's me

It's in my name

I keep it P

My price is lower without fees

Keep a burner on my hip so big it go down to my knees

Hold a trigger, blow a kiss

That's what you get thinking its sweet

It ain't nice

Did it once, then did it twice

This ain't happen overnight

Eugene cant handle my life

He might swallow up a bullet while he choking on his pride

Yum

It tastes like vengeance, baby

That's the shit I like

Bitch, I came to fight

Right hook, left jab

Claiming he's hard

Let's test that

Think he's talking out of his ass

Ok, try me bitch I might spazz

Like, I don't want to talk this shit no more

Knock, knock

What's that

Bitch, I'm at your door

Pop, pop

Look at that

There's a Krab on the floor

Oh damn he dead

Take him back to the morgue like

Fuck him up

He aint duck enough

You can kiss my ass

Go and pucker up

Middle finger

Know I stuck it up

When it's on the line, I always clutch it up

That's right

No formula, but I'm the one

Racing through traffic and flipping the chum

Gripping a gun

Go check the bank, Eugene

Cause I think you're missing some funds

Oop, I took it

Back to the lab

Ok, get cooking

Ain't worried bout 12, cause they all be crooked

They on the payroll

I say where they looking

They get out my lane

When the cop get the lights on

When you gonna drop

When I finally make the right song

Hit the blunt way too many times

Now my mind's gone

Oh, you lost yours

Theres no telling where mines gone

Living with the mic like I'm Tyson

Cutie with a booty and she suck it like a Dyson

Heard a motherfucker he was telling me to die son

Let em bygones be bygones by now shouldn't have to buy guns

Back then all my homies squeeze it like a python

Nowadays I don't gotta wonder when my times gone

Ain't nobody scratching the bottom of the levels I'm on

Finally gotta get it I got it but never signed on

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Squidward get you hit first with this verse then we disperse

Leave a flower right in his hearse

Ooh I know that switch hurt

See little blood gotta switch shirts

Rolling up a swisher like

I'll put the krab in a bag in the back with a tag on his toe like that

Man I said he get whacked if talking that smack

We can take his damn strap red ass clapped

Like bitch wassup

This is more than beefing in raps

Give me my money I'm seizing the cash

Season the beat and we're eating some krab

Drop em in public and leaven like that

We got some rifles we keep in the bag

Under my belt I'm concealing a strap

Scratch off the serial ain't keeping that

All of my hearters will blast

Demon time got activated

I was down I had to make it

Now I'm acclimated

Money allocated

Bitch I'm aggravated

How he such a bitch I'm fascinated

Might be hard to get ahead if he decapitated

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up

Fuck the Krab up