Rick Owens Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: [?] ]
You know, a PINKBLXXD, when I see you I'mma whoop yo ass, b*tch I'm sick of you talkin' shi-

[Chorus: lungskull]
Poppin' molly, I'm on X
Blicks till we K, when I catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a f*ckin' spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
f*ck the feds had to put em' in the race
I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them b*tches laced
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that sh*t taste?
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that sh*t taste?

[Post-Chorus: lungskull]
Ahh, ah-ah, I put mud up in that syrup
[?], I'mma hit his f*ckin' face
Hollow tips hit his face, now it's blood all on my shirt, [?]
I was tryna hit his b*tch but now she gettin' merked

[Verse: PINKBLXXD]
Yesterday she gettin' merked (merked)
Whip up on that hoe ass n*gga, we gon' f*ckin' lurk
You not bout' no f*ckin' sh*t, my n*gga, pull up we gon' work
I'm that n*gga, and I got his blood up on my shirt
Yeah we run up with that bag, we on go
We gon' cook some sh*t up n*gga, we gon' sell all this blow
Little boy's tryna run away, pay me what you owe (what you owe)
f*ck n*gga, he get sent down below
We gon' run up in the crowd like a f*ckin' mosh pit
n*gga get out of my DM's, n*gga I don't owe you sh*t
You can see that f*ckin' glow, yeah that sh*t is on my wrist
Yeah she give me f*ckin' top, I don't wanna give a kiss
n*ggas steady on my di*k, n*gga get up off my sack
They be fiendin' for some candy like a f*ckin' flapjack
n*ggas worried 'bout me, they not focused on they bag
n*ggas dissin' dead n*ggas, they don't know sh*t, it's sad
n*ggas flexin' they drug use, flexin' f*ckin' shrooms
n*ggas be that bold they just stay up in they room
n*ggas got an ego, they ain't even make it, they a fool
I could give less of a f*ck, n*gga I'm just cool
[Chorus: lungskull]
Poppin' molly, I'm on X
Blicks till we K, when I catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a f*ckin' spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
f*ck the feds had to put em' in the race
I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them b*tches laced
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that sh*t taste?
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that sh*t taste?

[Outro: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Sample]
You're fortunate your arm's broken. If not for that you wouldn't be getting off so easily