OKAY FINE - F.T.K.U. Lyrics

Uh, I'm so f*cking sick of the Krusty Krab
F*ck this
I have to respond to this shit
Karen, pull up the instrumental for Peek-A-Boo
Oh, yeah
All right, now, chop and screw it
Maybe reverse it
Oh, this is the one
Krabs ain't ready for this shit
Let's go

F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up

Who the baddest motherf*cker in the sea
Well, it's me
It's in my name
I keep it P
My price is lower without fees
Keep a burner on my hip so big it go down to my knees
Hold a trigger, blow a kiss
That's what you get thinking its sweet
It ain't nice
Did it once, then did it twice
This ain't happen overnight
Eugene cant handle my life
He might swallow up a bullet while he choking on his pride
Yum
It tastes like vengeance, baby
That's the shit I like
Bitch, I came to fight
Right hook, left jab
Claiming he's hard
Let's test that
Think he's talking out of his ass
Ok, try me bitch I might spazz
Like, I don't want to talk this shit no more
Knock, knock
What's that
Bitch, I'm at your door
Pop, pop
Look at that
There's a Krab on the floor
Oh damn he dead
Take him back to the morgue like
F*ck him up
He aint duck enough
You can kiss my ass
Go and pucker up
Middle finger
Know I stuck it up
When it's on the line, I always clutch it up
That's right
No formula, but I'm the one
Racing through traffic and flipping the chum
Gripping a gun
Go check the bank, Eugene
Cause I think you're missing some funds
Oop, I took it
Back to the lab
Ok, get cooking
Ain't worried bout 12, cause they all be crooked
They on the payroll
I say where they looking
They get out my lane
When the cop get the lights on
When you gonna drop
When I finally make the right song
Hit the blunt way too many times
Now my mind's gone
Oh, you lost yours
Theres no telling where mines gone
Living with the mic like I'm Tyson
Cutie with a booty and she suck it like a Dyson
Heard a motherf*cker he was telling me to die son
Let em bygones be bygones by now shouldn't have to buy guns
Back then all my homies squeeze it like a python
Nowadays I don't gotta wonder when my times gone
Ain't nobody scratching the bottom of the levels I'm on
Finally gotta get it I got it but never signed on

F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up

Squidward get you hit first with this verse then we disperse
Leave a flower right in his hearse
Ooh I know that switch hurt
See little blood gotta switch shirts
Rolling up a swisher like
I'll put the krab in a bag in the back with a tag on his toe like that
Man I said he get whacked if talking that smack
We can take his damn strap red ass clapped
Like bitch wassup
This is more than beefing in raps
Give me my money I'm seizing the cash
Season the beat and we're eating some krab
Drop em in public and leaven like that
We got some rifles we keep in the bag
Under my belt I'm concealing a strap
Scratch off the serial ain't keeping that
All of my hearters will blast
Demon time got activated
I was down I had to make it
Now I'm acclimated
Money allocated
Bitch I'm aggravated
How he such a bitch I'm fascinated
Might be hard to get ahead if he decapitated

F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up
F*ck the Krab up