The Otha Side

(Ay yo)
 It's the master wicked, Terror creepin' in ya kitchen
 Takin' pictures of yo' bitch, then dippin' with a vengeance
 I'll slice you and dice you, entice you to get loose
 Then stitch you back together with the laces from ya dad's boots (I'm the-)
 I'm the super cooch cougar
 Fingerin' ya mom inside tha Uber
 Going backwards, fuck Backwoods
 I'm pullin' on a flask full of premium gas
 In the back of ya class, rockin' an all black ski mask
 Coming with the shits that make you vomit
 I see you on my dick, well hop up off it
 I'm solo dolo for the profit
 She make my cock spit (who though?)
 Ya bitch do, yo
 She on my boat right now, let's see if she can float
 I'm sick in the head, twisted like a dread
 Terror comin' back from the dead
 With a baggie full of lead and red lasers
 Settin' fire to ya neighbors
 Immune to tazers
 Cut ya throat and then I eat the razor
 I'm on the other side
 Drank too much bleach, finally I died
 Every time you look into the sky
 You will see my eyes
 Starin' back at you
 With a .32 cocked
 Five knives in my shoes
 And a holographic Mewtwo
 I'm on the other side
 Popped too many pills, thought I'd never die
 Fuckin' the reality I left behind
 There is no afterlife, just another knife
 Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hidin' in ya attic
 Plannin' when he's next attackin'
 The pathologic, deranged homicidal prophet
 Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in yo' cockpit
 I got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin' with
 Knuckle bust ya lip
 On an acid trip with all my lasers on my hip
 They call me King Koopa, the chemical abusa
 I'm pullin' up on yo' ass with the .44 to shoot ya
 'Cause I got the juice like Bishop
 Comin' to fix yo' bitch's makeup
 Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up
 I'm goin' off like a motherfuckin' sprinkler
 Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver
 And put ya body in my backpack, strapped with a fat gat
 And a dead cat hangin' from my fanny pack
 Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk
 Now hold on tight, because I'm 'bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
 Hear you scream and beg for mercy, but I told you not to snitch
 If you actin' like a bitch
 You get fucked like a bitch
 I'm on the other side
 Drank too much bleach, finally I died
 Every time you look into the sky
 You will see my eyes
 Starin' back at you
 With a .32 cocked
 Five knives in my shoes
 And a holographic Mewtwo
 I'm on the other side
 Popped too many pills, thought I'd never die
 Fuckin' the reality I left behind
 There is no afterlife, just another knife
 Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hidin' in ya attic
 Plannin' when he's next attackin'