Hell’s Kitchen

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] I'm your nightmare living when you wake up Do the shit for free, like a pay cut Dead bodies in my trunk, watch me Horde up Keep their heads in a chest like a Horcrux Mr. Wilson Fisk you could call me Buk Times up, grab my tools, now you're out of luck Like bloody sex, I'm a horror buff (horror buff) If we're next-door neighbors then you're sort of fucked Bet you didn't know our other neighbor's been dead Sent 'em on a little trip to meet Pinhead Got my Jason mask and some bloody gloves Grab my ancient axe, had to cut 'em up Shit's deep like the holes in the gravеyard Black Chuck, tattoos, and some blade scars Duffel bag full of scraps and somе hot metal Hell's Kitchen's ours, fuck Daredevil [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me Murder Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me [Verse 2: Turncoat Dirty] 3:36, ex texting to meet Yeah that fifty-five grain knocking bitches off they feet Frank Castle bring the heat like that symbol on my chest Double-tap to the skull, four rip through the vest Naw this is not a test, this a real-world scenario Surrounded by the sound of villains killing you with stereo Blindfolded motherfucker, chirps from the Bird Box Ghost with the shells, no alert till you heard shots I'm a killa, Mo' Murda be the theme song A gorilla, yeah you heard this shit on King Kong Let out the cage Luke I am now your father Soning all these bastards, turn 'em all into my daughter I dare the devil, fuck 'em he ain't even on my level He want a high from catching smoke, yo I got a shovel Punish anybody, I do not discriminate Strapped like a pawn shop and ready to eliminate [Bridge: Bukshot] As the mob lays your ass to sleep Hell's Kitchen gone ride when the shit gets deep If you should die before ya wake That's what you get for hanging with snakes [Verse 3: Lyte] Smash you pussies on site, killers on standby Run up in your crib all masked up just like Mankind Bitch I'm a landmine (woo) so keep stepping We keep weapons on deck, we'll wreck what you dweebs repping (Bitch) Monstar giving no fucks, carefully ripping out your guts Treat his belly like a deli boy, come and get these cold cuts Holding both nuts so gruesome make you throw up (ugh) They talking twenty-five to life (ha), I'm like "so what" Sure enough, now that fuckboy he can't jump in I'll puncture this punk's skin and carve him like a pumpkin (haha) Till his face sunk in, looking all deformed (ugh) You can't be saved and can't be reborn When your team's warned you'll run from the storm like Fortnite I devour the beef, and y'all, y'all more the pork type I be in court like "It something that I didn't do" And if you testify then you can get it too (ugh) [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me Murder Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me Murder Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me Murder Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me