Ascetic - Broth lyrics

[Verse 1: Bothered] Whoop di dee it's the crooked T Cook bookin' bully tush 'til I'm full of steamed p**y meat Playin' footsie with rookies' teeth, advised they shouldn't look at me So I push 'em in a bag that resembles Oogie Boogie's physique Zonin Every Night, stoned lookin' feral, might Rise up from my burial and give foes not so very sterile bites Rockin Mishka, keep watch on that prodigy Bothered the Reaper like he was the next best thing to father me But boy, f** that d**hly clown, Troy shut they petty mouths 'Fore I grab the 'chete and have to heftily cut their testes out f**, its messy now Guts juttin' out like spaghetti, I'm drenched in sweat and the stench is foul Slap on a bit of deodorant Answer the door, explain to Missing Persons I didn't really choke a b**h Officer I told ya, got glaucoma so I can legally smoke this piff Slam the door, go back to my room and freely stroke my dick But boy, I'll stretch my testicles, annoyed with these tempered hoes Cause boy, I guess my life's set up to be void of any impressive goals Ignore my punctured lunged chest and toke, have Troy get fresh edibles Cause Troy already knows I'm Zonin Every Night 'til my head's filled with holes [Hook: BOTHERED] ZEN gang, do or die, and Tages the loser, right? Pooled into the pretend game, end sane brains with unapproved rhymes Macabre is the BOTHERED genre, holler to get ZENUWAF style slaughtered Gotcha mama knob schlobbin' and gettin my fraudulent dollars laundered (2x) [Verse 2: Ascetic (As Trey)] Washed out jeans, fat a** wallet Got a switchblade just chillin' in my pocket Floral hat, gray sweater I get b**hes feelin' underneath the weather Got my board and no permit No need for a license because I got one to spit We got T rapping and proddin' While Nightmares droppin' people in f**ing creaky coffins I'm just constipated from Wendy's chicken fries, large fanta f** with ZEN gang and get some top banta' We give out disses like gifts from naughty Santa Roll up in a whip, while rollin up some spliffs Got your b**h in the back choking on my dick She tells me "Trey, you're so sick Keep your hand on my clit, don't stop until you break your wrist Matter of fact, pa** me that spliff" I'm like nah b**h, you only for my dick Your head game is lacking just quite a bit Kick her out the car, tell her hit the road She gotta walk far, but Trey? He's gotta go [Hook]