Fanny PaK - MURDER IN THE MOSHPIT /// complex Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay
Free Flacko
Free Rocky
Ay! Ay!

Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Don't y'all f*cking stop shit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Don't y'all f*cking stop shit!

The whole crowd get rowdy (rowdy)
Don't y'all ask about me (bout me)
Y'all as soft as Downy (Downy)
I got the crew around me (round me)
I got a Gucci suit (suit)
I got a Gucci gooch (ooh)
I just shaved my pubes (ahh)
Now my dick looks huge (yes)
Me and the goons hit up Goo Lagoon on some cartoon shit
Ice Age on my neck I'm dripping
Weird drug in my drink I'm sippin'
Bitch look how I'm dressing (fleek)
All of y'all depressing (weak)
I'm just tryna see some motherf*cking, ay, ay!

Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Don't y'all f*cking stop shit!
Ay, ay, Free Flacko! *laughs*
*Please Don't Call the Cops*

Cock Gang, Cock Gang, Cock Gang, Cock Gang
Cock Gang, Cock Gang, Cock Gang, Cock Gang
Slipping on semen, slipping on semen
Slipping on semen I hurt my back (ooh, ahh)
Go get a mop and clean up the semen
What is this?
F*ck it smells real bad (*sniffs* ew)
Who even creams this much?
This shit a mystery go get the team
We can find this distillery, (of what?)
Of cum (oh)
Pump pump on the floor
What a maniac
Pump pump on the floor, damn

*screaming*

Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Murder in the moshpit!
Don't y'all f*cking stop shit!
Murder in the moshpit! (yeah)
Murder in the moshpit! (ay)
Murder in the moshpit! (yeah)
Don't y'all f*cking stop shit!

I'm a f*ck fiend
I like to f*ck things
A cactus, a fly
I'll f*cking meat slam that guy
That's cause we Cock Gang
No sweet shit, just Salt Bae's
I cum only Sunday's
Cause I only f*ck god, stay loyal
Got three legs we tripods
Walking when the night falls
God's dead and dark calls
No f*ck shit, no f*ck Kidd
Ain't nobody stop shit
There's a murder in the moshpit
The moshpit, the moshpit, the moshpit
My guts split, in the moshpit, the moshpit
A murder in the moshpit

I'm bout to take it to another level, biiiitch *laughs*
Yup
Let's go
Yeah

All I got is a pipe dream and some crack change
Street knowledge is the thing that keep me out the graves
I gotta watch my back, staring into space
Missing Sunday dinner so I'm missing on the grace
I'm not mentally ok living in this place
So I gotta smoke and drink all of the pain away
Perplexing thoughts late at night keeping me awake
Thinking 'bout time and space, yeah
I feel the track if it got heavy bass
The type of boom you could taste
Shit will make your eyes close like you got sprayed with mace
Mama's very own disgrace
Curiosity peaking, I'm playing God with fate
Load a single bullet, 5 shots swear I'm at heavens gate
St. Peter better just save me a plate
This has got you thinking, is this real or is this some bait?
And if you guess it's too great, it might be too late
Is he attacking complex thoughts?
Or is his thoughts all over the place?
I'm not really ok
I'm not really ok