Ahem, the definition of punk according to Google is A worthless person, often used as a general term of abuse (Huh aye uh) Fuck the dictionary Uh I'mma mo'f*ckin punk I, like to get f*cking drunk At, times I act like a mug Cus, I might be off them drugs I, think that I might be nuts E! F in the chat I’ve had 4 days of crap from a b*tch who just really wanna smash me F*ck all o' that, get all the back Then f*ck off a pack that’s tax free Aye, I just had to ditch that mask and the vest But yeah I’ll rep a bally if you were ever with the chef If any f*cking pus*y moving left I'mma put him in check With a quef through his chest, uh I dish out the death, I spark up the meth, I’ll pop a few pills I sniff up that ket, I'll run up the set, I make yo b*tch wet, aye You don’t owe me, yet nevertheless the mic knows me I’m comin' straight for ya neck I’m no phony, uh I live for the red that flows on me You wanna go toe to toe I’m like Broly Shadow-box your face into the unholy moly If you got a plan for p then come show me Got too many homies that owe me Might have to run up on bro with a pokey Slowly pull up with Henny too f*cking cozy Spin man's jaw like a rollie-pollie Then I'll smoke up and I go do ghostie Need you to face the facts Pick a step and f*ckin' take it back Got the motherf*ckin' blade intact Got an army up in Russia that’ll beat your face from black to blue To black to blue to black, yah I’m sick of f*ckin' sleeping, I'm a demon You can f*ck your f*ckin' goals that you be dreamin' I don’t do what I am told I do up treason, f*ckin' heathen I got no time to f*ckin' wait, I'd rather leave em And I'd rather die young than get old I drink Monsta' Ultra with my vodka You should call me Kyle like you oughta Shoulda thoughta before ya found out that Uh I'mma mo'f*ckin punk I, like to get f*cking drunk At, times I act like a mug Cus, I might be off them drugs I, think that I might be nuts E! F in for the chat I’ve had four days of crap from a b*tch who just really wanna smash me F*ck all o' that, get all the back Then f*ck off a pack that’s tax free Oi (haha!) Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi, is that a dirty Yank I see? Hua, hua F*ck off, this beat is not punk I am the anti monk, you under a rock like gunk Smoking on a pack of that F*cking up a n*gga lung and put him on the back I am in the alley take a penny for the crack Xanny with the Henny make a little n*gga yack Everybody wanna be punk with they tats But it isn't very punk to do something in the past If we stopped huffing NOS and made music different than each other's dogs And we stopped breakin' everybody's jaws so they can't say nothin' about your cause And instead of followin' we made the laws And instead of wallowin' we kick a funk And if we manage that before the ship has sunk Then all you pus*y b*tches can be called a punk I wanna let you know that you were never sh*t And you will never be able to fit your di*k inside your own jaw unless you break ya back Or you could practice that until you drain your sack of all semen And meanin' I'm seemin' real mean and I mean it when I say a n*gga is fiendin' I'm sick and I'm dreamin' You swear that you seen him up on a roof screamin' "Hey!" Uh I'mma mo'f*ckin punk I, like to get f*cking drunk At, times I act like a mug Cus, I might be off them drugs I, think that I might be nuts E! F in for the chat I’ve had 4 days of crap from a b*tch who just really wanna smash me F*ck all o' that, get all the back Then f*ck off a pack that’s tax free