Murder Call

Album cover art for "Murder Call" by Bukshot & Blackfoot (Rap) & Lo Key

Bukshot & Blackfoot (Rap) & Lo Key - Rap, Horrorcore

Murder Call

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[Intro: Blackfoot] Ayo Bukshot, I think it's time to let these motherfuckers know how the fuck we roll (we roll we roll we roll) Are we talking about, eeny, meeny, miny, moe? (moe moe moe) Bruised catching bullet-holes (bullet holes bullet holes bullet holes) No telling 'bout the murder call [Verse 1: Bukshot] Shotgun shells, watch me share 'em Underground labels won't book me cause I scare 'em (haha) Watch me Bukslap these bitches (what's up) Make 'em all eat shit, two bitches one cup (yeah) I can jack a beat and drive down yo street (yeah) Chopper out the window, Wilson Fisk pack heat (yeah) Scratch the serial numbers off the gauge (aye) Hell's Kitchen killers roll up on you and they spray (aye) No lives matter in this thing cause I'm color blind Show up to your record label turn it into Columbine Walk away motherfucker don't you follow mine I can put a bullet in yo head and make a hollow mind (mind) Juggernaut falls from the underground Talking shit to me online, leave 'em in the gutter now (gutter now) Got a bullet-proof vest packing two Glocks (two Glocks) With a trunk full of bodies headed to the Boondox (Boondox) Unintended, haters get offended Never try to reason with the wicked, we're demented (demented) Here's a front row ticket to the murder show (murder show) The definition of a trigger happy Juggalo, let's go (let's go) [Bridge: Blackfoot] Hahahahahaha (haha) Are you motherfuckers ready to get laid down in this bitch (this bitch)? Ayo Boondox tell 'em what the fuck it is (fuck it is) [Verse 2: Turncoat Dirty] Journey with me into the mind of a lunatic Cattle mutilaters stabbing spines with a crucifix I'm a heathen and I'm breathing in ethylene Swinging straight razors, gone on two grams of ketamine Pupils dilated having visions of a slaughter Hate is instigated by collisions with my father I ain't gonna stop until there's bleeding in the water Slit my fucking wrists and drop another sheet of blotter K-k-kill a motherfucker cause I'm sick of all this garbage Cut a shitty rapper, stick his dick inside his carcass Nothing really matters cause we living in a hellhole Roaches fucking scatter while we listen to the bell toll I'm done (done) Johnny get your gun We in a ring of fire and we burning one by one But I ain't going out without a trophy for the mantelpiece Raging fucking war on the ones that couldn't handle peace AK-47 sending half of y'all to heaven The rest can go to hell when I shoot the MAC-11 And I'ma stick around and kick it with the other crazies Crumbling up roses while you're pushing up daisies [Bridge: Blackfoot] Bitch what the fuck you talking 'bout (talking 'bout) This that real serial killer murder music shit Run up in yo fucking house (fucking house) And if you ain't down with us we put you underground with the maggots and box (pop) [Verse 3: Blackfoot] Different in the streets, my mirror Plant it on the inside of your cranium, I'll scare ya And yo Bukshot homie (What's up?) It feels like I'm stuck in the gut when I'm cutting 'em up But check the gun plot, we running this shit from roughshod And the clutched palm's gripping the fifth with Bukshot Give a fuck, y'all suckers get blah-ba-blah-blah From the top down looking around with guns cocked Ride with Dirty, them bitches ain't heard we on that murderous of vengeance in the midst of the dark Devils lurk within Spin pistols, we seditious, I'm calm, one's for you and him Sammi Curr and backwoods and goals, then need a moose to kick The King the Kong swing your trees A rock falls down upon the ground with these leaves I watched fall Froze up and around when I dream and launch into the evening unleashed and I beast and rrraaa Now the monster's in the building My coffee hound the Blanka mixed with Dhalsim I'm a villain The devil's in the dungeon The animal of rap in the triple of these bunch, shit [Outro: Blackfoot & Bukshot] Majik Ninja Entertainment in this bitch (bitch bitch bitch) With the homie Lo Key (Lo Key Lo Key Lo Key) Ask yourselves (ask yourselves, ask yourselves) Now ask yourselves (ask yourselves) Do you wanna die? (die) Do you wanna die? (die) Said do you wanna die (die) Do you wanna agh Die! (die die die die) Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball We could kill 'em all hit 'em with the murder call Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball We could kill 'em all hit 'em with the murder call Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball We could kill 'em all hit 'em with the murder call Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball We could kill 'em all hit 'em with the murder call Killa

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Credits

Writers
  • Bukshot
  • TurnCoat Dirty
  • Blackfoot (Rap)