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Paroles de BUCK-50 (feat. PROPHET)

Interprète PERISHED HART

Paroles de la chanson BUCK-50 (feat. PROPHET) par PERISHED HART lyrics officiel

BUCK-50 (feat. PROPHET) est une chanson en Anglais

Beat snitches for they mouth spit
On a real note boy you ain't shit
Pussy went and lied, put my cash aside
Now to put it mild (hold up) you're a bitch
Switch a boxcutter with the blade up
Fuck I'll Buck-50 all you mad cunts
Shut ya whore mouth lettin sperm out
Cause I'm Slim Shady and you're Kim
What
Pussy motherfucker find out
Land a couple of punches then it's lights out
Cause I'm like a shark tearin body parts
Bitch I'm Jigsaw call me PERISHED HART
Maybe Slim Gimp I don't give a fuck
Just an alter ego there ain't nothin sus
So don't spook the intruder itchy trigger finger
Boutta turn the motherfuckin safety off
Shoot a 9 fuck it do or die
Homicidal mind gotta sever ties
Like I sever legs gotta Hostile mind
There ain't no delay with the blood I spray
Got another name now I'm full of rage
Let my demons out you can try to pray
You be burning sage try another way
Enter in my mind you can smell the decay
Anyway bitches wanna play
But I'm like Bones got a switchblade
And a deathwish
I can do this shit every fuckin day
What you don't see is the real pain
But I'm over that make a comeback
All the haters hiding cause they know that
Stats make a difference overall
Get up time to kill em all
I'm breaking your bones
That's the end of discussion
You fucked with a menace
You'll face repercussions
223, 556 bodies by dozen's
Kill everything in my sight like it's nothing
I put a big fucking hole in your stomach
I got you puking up blood when you vomit
Blood on the floor and now I gotta mop it
Catch you lacking at the store when you're parking
I'll shoot him dead right inside of the market
I got the blade I'mma fight like a spartan
I'm terminator and you are the target
I'm gonna finish whatever you started
Your body's leaking I cut up your carcass
Sell your organs at an underground auction
You shoulda known that you won't get a coffin
Lungs fully blackened from all of the coughing
Smoking on pack got me high as a Martian
I am a danger approach me with caution
Rep for the city I put on for Boston
Fuck all the fakes that keep on double crossing
Cave in there head with my boots I keep stomping
Don't take advice I won't listen to nonsense
Outta your mouth you just talk and spew toxins
Take you out the picture something like cropping
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Auteurs: Hartford Johnson, Jonathon Gosselin
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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