Lyrics
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Verse 1: Boondox & Bukshot
Glock from the pocket, I'm launchin' the rockets, your head gone
Think I'ma stop when I'm not, you just thought or you read wrong
Fuckin' with Dox and I'm poppin' your top and I promise
You ain't nothin' but a problem that I'm 'bout to solve, yeah
Bobbin' like a metronome, mobbin' to my second home
Squeeze until the lead is gone out the barrel, head is blown
Take 'em out without a thought, that's the kind of shit I'm on
Saw the movie, missed the plot, Uncle Buk is in the zone
Feast and the famine, I'm eatin' and dammit, I'm starvin'
Pieces keep stabbin', no peace for your ass and I'm carvin'
Seasoned assassin who leavin' them bastards in parts and
They won't ever find you so I do not need a pardon
I'm not with your rule shit, watch me wave my scepter
Hit you with that full clip, haunt you like a specter
Spin that head like Whoo Kid, I'm the beat selector
Bang it 'til you stupid, forget it, dementia
Pre-Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot
Told 'em 'bout the heat and the weight we holdin'
In the street, let 'em hate, they foldin'
Bars freeze so cold, spitters frozen, they've been chosen
Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot & Bukshot
Haters on the radar (Like yuh!)
'Bout to run the fade hard (Like yuh!)
Choke 'em out like Vader (Like yuh!)
Shut 'em down like Kmart (Yuh! Uh huh!)
We the sickest (Like yuh!)
'Bout to feel this (Like yuh!)
Center of the tempest (Like yuh!)
Land of the wicked (Yuh! Uh huh!)
Verse 2: Bukshot & Boondox
I come with the heater built in, spittin' bars are body bleeders
Metaphors are millimeters from the Nine, best never greet us
Always angry with a grievance, no permission, just a reason
Leave your head in half like even, leavin' death, ain't no one breathin'
I've had it with fuckin' with all of you punks and it's over
Y'all better start with the duckin' and tuckin', Jehovah
Not gonna save you, I'm able and I stay ready
Got one pointed at you so just go on, hold it steady
Been buildin' my stamina, keep a racket with cameras
Snap a picture, no fan of a rapper, mop 'em like janitor
Flash 'em red like a matador, wavin' flags and bandanas
Or I'll just quit and say fuck it, you forget I got straps galore
Intermission, they were wishin' we would not continue
Proposition and we listen, got 'em at the venue
Our position, by admission, has been to offend you
If you come in opposition, end up on the menu
Pre-Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot
Told 'em 'bout the heat and the weight we holdin'
In the street, let 'em hate, they foldin'
Bars freeze so cold, spitters frozen, they've been chosen
Chorus: Boondox & Bukshot & Bukshot
Haters on the radar (Like yuh!)
'Bout to run the fade hard (Like yuh!)
Choke 'em out like Vader (Like yuh!)
Shut 'em down like Kmart (Yuh! Uh huh!)
We the sickest (Like yuh!)
'Bout to feel this (Like yuh!)
Center of the tempest (Like yuh!)
Land of the wicked (Yuh! Uh huh!)
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