Poppin blue percs, my eyes rolling back crooked, Painkillers kicking in, reality in fuckin slow-mo, Snorting pain killers, call it a white trash millionaire toast, Tonight I’m Pack-Man, eliminating these Fuck’n ghosts. Picking fights with video game characters I wanna kill, Fuck a motive, bitch, Im the bad guy, I do it for the thrill, Fuck Blinky, Inky, and Pinky… They’re livin’ still, But I just fucking terminated Clyde with a power Drill! Wocka-wocka, poppin perks yeah Wocka-wocka, stack the racks, yeah Wocka-wocka, dead ghosts cant shoot back Im Fucking Pack man — and I run it like that See my ops in the park, turn the raptor to a thumper, Fuckin berlin Christmas market, Slam Blinky with the bumper, Jump out the truck, put two in his chest, let the glock bark, Inky on his knees beggin, blow his head off, now hes covered in a tarp! Popping percs like im short on energy, I need a natural propellent, Pop percs like a Power pellet and Im strapped up like a fuckin zealot Raptor patrolling these blocks while Im closing business in the plaza, Miss a payment cracker and I’ll turn your whole fuckin block into Gaza! Wocka-wocka, poppin perks yeah Wocka-wocka, stack the racks, yeah Wocka-wocka, dead ghosts cant shoot back Im Fucking Pack man — and I run it like that Wocka-wocka… Wocka-wocka… Wocka-wocka… Hey mi brudda, save mi one a dem bitch ghost fi Big Steve… Brudda need tools, Big Steve spawn in a di Home Depot like “Wah gwaan!!!” Fuck dis plastic ting, mi nuh use Ryobi — buzz-saw dismember di bastard, Mi grab Milwaukee like a real man, hear di blade HISS! Pinky ass duck-tape to mi truck bed, wave di saw in him face, Laugh when di pussy in fear an him pants start piss! Mi relish every second a dis slaughter, chop a ghost like a busta, Dump di pieces front a Mario house — not real Italians, get yuh asses back a Jersey. Luigi lookin like a clown-ass ghost, mi still take both princess dem, Like it Breedin Season, whole castle smellin like Steve. Fuckin fools, unnu Mario bitches only love one ting: Big Steve swagger got Peach an Daisy screaming when mi step in. Wocka-wocka still ringin while mi wipe di blade, Pack-Man run di arcade, Steve run di massacre. Wocka-wocka, poppin perks yeah Wocka-wocka, stack the racks, yeah Wocka-wocka, dead ghosts cant shoot back Im Fucking Pack man — and I run it like that Wocka-wocka… Wocka-wocka… Wocka-wocka…
