Hell’s Kitchen (Remix)

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 graveyard Black chucks, tattoos, and some blade scars Duffel bag full of scraps and some 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 sext text her 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 4. rip through the vest Naw this is not a test, this a real-world scenario Surrounded by the sound of villains killing you a stereo Blindfold a mothafucka, 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 [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 3: Lyte] Snatch 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 wet your dreams Rapping Moss off giving no fucks Give and leave ripping up yo 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" Sewn up, who know that fuckboy he can't jump in I'll puncture this punks skin and carve 'em 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 swarmed you 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's 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