Freak Distrikt - Crichy Crich, King Tutt

I’m straight from the mix, your bitch is my mistress

She uses my dick to take off her lipstick

Running the city, this is the King Tutt district

Take a step back before I go ballistic

Think I got time to deal with all you dipshits?

Nah, I’m in my Benz while you rolling in a Civic

Diamonds so bright in a black hole they glistening

Dropping my rhymes, give a fuck if you with this

Let’s clear the air and get through the violence

Got the motor in line, got the white slips

Get your little bitch then get up and drop this

Wake up, wake up

It’s Crichy Crich, biatch!

Word to the show with a nose for the blow

All white fur coat, finna smoke till I choke

Attitude, fuck him, when I see him Imma duck him

If he all up in my space, I may have to go and chuck him

Fuck that, where the bottle at?

Tell her bring another one, I’m 'bout to drink all of that

Crichy in the building, go and tell the girls, fall back

Got 'em standing in line tryin' to swallow that

Fucking with a beat, then let me off my leash

I fuck up this city then collect my cheese

I’m chilling with my Gs, there’s some girls with the breeze

Sitting on their knees, swear to god, they all freaks