The Killing Joke by Fukkit Lyrics
[Intro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch
[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Let the old me die, bitch, he ain't coming back
Like a teen suicide, y'all keep going out sad
Put the money in the bag, wave the fuckin' white flag
When the smoke subsides, that's gon' be a long drag
Got dogs on the Ave., bet it bites when it's mad
And they know I got swag so they jock, tryna grab
On my dick like a ass, nigga, get off [?] fast
Got a Glock and it blast, [?]
They not finna clash, nigga, don't act brash
Get cut like a rash, and the blunt got hash
Stay high off my ass in the same old stash
I'm back in my bag, do you dirty, my bad
You really not red and the South gettin' mad
A nigga got class like a teacher so fast
You really just a fad, if the flow go bad
A nigga [?]
[Interlude: Fukkit]
Y'all all really comin' with shit
"Oh, Fukkit, you sound the same since Scratch Paper, man"
Man, shut the fuck up
Honestly, shut the fuck up before you get smacked for sayin' some stupid-ass shit like that
You sound retarded—
[Verse 2: Fukkit]
Heard they got problems where it's at, I'll lay a nigga flat
Till you see me on the map, I'm on you like plaque
While they buggin' like a nat, my pockets gettin' fat
Now they workin' on some abs, and [?] is workin' [?]
Got a squad, they hit the flank, they take it like a tank
And the ass what I spank, she drippin' like a sink
Got the polyester paint, [?]
Man, she really think I'm famous, shout to Kay P in L.A.
And I body like a model but I know it [?]
I could point the semi-auto at your bro and let it spray
Got the molly by the rocket, keep it tuckin' like a shank
If my niggas got a problem, they gon' rearrange your face
And I kill it 'cause I gotta just to feel a little safe
I'm a product of my father and my momma on a date
He was nothing to me always, why the fuck you think it change?
See the whites of they eyes, then I'm shootin' at the face, okay (Okay)
[Interlude: Sabino]
I've said it 15 times
Stop fuckin' lookin' at me
You don't understand what you don't understand
Bro, I don't wanna say it again, just
You shouldn't even know—
It's pathetic, huh (It is pathetic)
[Verse 3: Sabino]
When they girl suck me up, closest that they get to toppin' me
Gave her right back, wasn't in the mood for robbery
I'm jokin', all comedy, man, all you mad ironically
'Cause when since you all did not humor me, I laugh at idiocracy
Run into your day job for my entertainment
Punch into the clock, off the flak when he rage, man
Opposite of that, fuckin' wonder where the day went
Golden hour shots, Brando pull up with the A1
Oh, you want conventional? Keep suckin' on that same dick
You ain't got no talent, always runnin' out that same trick
Everyone's a critic till yo' family down the range, bitch
Narcissistic tendencies and [?] in the Range whip
See me how I'm runnin', gotta wait for the unzip
Jerk it like she nervous when she comin' with the tight grip
Watchin' for the quick slip, got it off the tongue tip
Call it how you want it but still probably get that [?] skipped
Real quick
Bitch, bitch, bitch
[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Let the old me die, bitch, he ain't coming back
Like a teen suicide, y'all keep going out sad
Put the money in the bag, wave the fuckin' white flag
When the smoke subsides, that's gon' be a long drag
Got dogs on the Ave., bet it bites when it's mad
And they know I got swag so they jock, tryna grab
On my dick like a ass, nigga, get off [?] fast
Got a Glock and it blast, [?]
They not finna clash, nigga, don't act brash
Get cut like a rash, and the blunt got hash
Stay high off my ass in the same old stash
I'm back in my bag, do you dirty, my bad
You really not red and the South gettin' mad
A nigga got class like a teacher so fast
You really just a fad, if the flow go bad
A nigga [?]
[Interlude: Fukkit]
Y'all all really comin' with shit
"Oh, Fukkit, you sound the same since Scratch Paper, man"
Man, shut the fuck up
Honestly, shut the fuck up before you get smacked for sayin' some stupid-ass shit like that
You sound retarded—
[Verse 2: Fukkit]
Heard they got problems where it's at, I'll lay a nigga flat
Till you see me on the map, I'm on you like plaque
While they buggin' like a nat, my pockets gettin' fat
Now they workin' on some abs, and [?] is workin' [?]
Got a squad, they hit the flank, they take it like a tank
And the ass what I spank, she drippin' like a sink
Got the polyester paint, [?]
Man, she really think I'm famous, shout to Kay P in L.A.
And I body like a model but I know it [?]
I could point the semi-auto at your bro and let it spray
Got the molly by the rocket, keep it tuckin' like a shank
If my niggas got a problem, they gon' rearrange your face
And I kill it 'cause I gotta just to feel a little safe
I'm a product of my father and my momma on a date
He was nothing to me always, why the fuck you think it change?
See the whites of they eyes, then I'm shootin' at the face, okay (Okay)
[Interlude: Sabino]
I've said it 15 times
Stop fuckin' lookin' at me
You don't understand what you don't understand
Bro, I don't wanna say it again, just
You shouldn't even know—
It's pathetic, huh (It is pathetic)
[Verse 3: Sabino]
When they girl suck me up, closest that they get to toppin' me
Gave her right back, wasn't in the mood for robbery
I'm jokin', all comedy, man, all you mad ironically
'Cause when since you all did not humor me, I laugh at idiocracy
Run into your day job for my entertainment
Punch into the clock, off the flak when he rage, man
Opposite of that, fuckin' wonder where the day went
Golden hour shots, Brando pull up with the A1
Oh, you want conventional? Keep suckin' on that same dick
You ain't got no talent, always runnin' out that same trick
Everyone's a critic till yo' family down the range, bitch
Narcissistic tendencies and [?] in the Range whip
See me how I'm runnin', gotta wait for the unzip
Jerk it like she nervous when she comin' with the tight grip
Watchin' for the quick slip, got it off the tongue tip
Call it how you want it but still probably get that [?] skipped
Real quick