Trick or treat!
(Shut the fuck up!) God, damn it
Back the fuck up from my door, what the fuck is you supposed to be? A tampon?
Bitch, trick, trick, trick this trick, trick
It's D-O-E
Repping for the B-A-Ps
Coming for the T-O-P
Like another J-O-B
Nigga, I'm back like a Chucky bride from the afterlife
Nothing nice, this a Antichrist, this a bloody night
Bloody right, he gon' fantasize 'bout the cellulite
In my thighs, got a spooky Twat? For your appetite (yummy, yummy, yummy)
It turn him on when I'm all alone, we be moaning (ooh, uh, ooh, uh)
He call my phone, I'ma flick this pussy with a drone (ooh, uh, ooh, uh)
And he wanna own it, he pay to get this pussy flown in (ooh, uh, ooh, uh)
He wanna clone it, but I'ma have this nigga foaming (ooh, uh, ooh, uh)
If this the Wizard of Oz, I'm Wicked Witch of the West (West, West, West)
You shuffling up them cards, I'm at the top of the deck (deck, deck, deck)
I know that I pose a threat when I post it up on the 'net
If you book with 'doechii dot com, you know you booking the best
Off-topic, I'm fucking, ah
Do this with no magic, ah
Kill you with no casket, ah
Mwahaha, no Dracula
It's 'bout to get ratchet, ah
Chop you up, no hatchet, ah
Soak you in that acid tub, ah
Feed you to the maggots, ah
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling
You know we get violent, violent, violent
You don't wanna try this, try this, try this
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling
You know we get violent, violent, violent
You don't wanna try this, try this, try this
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling
You know we get violent, violent, violent
You don't wanna try this, try this, try this
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling (ooh)
You know we get violent, violent, violent
You don't wanna try this, try this, try this (fuck)
You know we be wyling, wyling, wyling (haha)
By the time you hear this, I'll have taken on another form
The way I've been snapping, y'all gon' end up my children of the corn
I think I've adapted to all of the cannibal savages
I feel a possession in this session, I need a Catholic
To assess it, come and bless it, then undress it
Pussy precious, she a fetish
She get deadly, Armageddon
I want dick, then I'ma get it
He don't get it, he regret it
Coochie vegan, it's a veggie
Come and eat this coochie dressing
Iamdoechii, I am legend (wyling, wyling)
Don't shoot me, just get the message (wyling, wyling)
You got beef? Then bitch address it (what?)
UPS it, I'm too young to be this restless
Eat you bitches, shit you out through my fucking large intestine
I spit bars that make you quit, I insist that you respect it
Save your music, keep it close, I suggest that you protect it
When I'm in the studio, I go Jason, I go Freddy
Slice you bitches in your bedding
Shoot your mammy and your daddy
At your wedding, I been waiting, I been ready
Disappear like I'm a Yeti
I go off like PMS, you still rap like you the S
Work them checks like BTS
Pay in full or thank you, next
I don't come to play or flex
When I rap, I step on necks
My bars feel like S-E-X, they book me like SOS
I told 'em once, I told 'em once, I guess I'll tell 'em twice
I'm on the run, another one, I'm in it for the ride
Ayy, fuck the fame and fuck the hoes, I do it for the vibe
They want me dead, but I still do it in another life