Lunchbox

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Good evening friends, I'm glad you could join me For this rare occasion tonight without warning We've all come together for the same reason Good music and ain't nobody leaving Nobody wants to leave without closure, even little kids are fascinated by the cobra Then you see it and my hand come closer Curious, just like a human is supposed to In my hand is a metal little box, an extension of my mind, evil little thoughts Usually keep it shut, very often never locks Stick around for a minute, might show you what I got [Chorus: Bukshot] My lunchbox On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness My lunchbox Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets My lunchbox People wanna know what's inside (inside) People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox People wanna know what's inside (inside) People wanna know what's inside (inside) [Verse 2: Bukshot] Take my lunchbox everywhere I go Everyone around me when they see it wants to know What's inside There is no light when the moon is right, I think you better go Reflection's what I am or in the depths of it What I have, how I got it, other men covet Strings hanging off my back I'm a rogue puppet I'ma weirdo in fact and I sure love it Hit the latch, watch 'em take a deep breath Pull out a mask, watch 'em shake and sweat Pull the MAC, spill blood Get your feet wet, don't ask unless you think you can cheat death [Chorus: Bukshot] My lunchbox On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness My lunchbox Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets My lunchbox People wanna know what's inside (inside) People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox People wanna know what's inside (inside) People wanna know what's inside (inside) [Verse 3: Bukshot] Good boys always pack their lunch Remember boys and girls psychos have to eat too Might be wrong but I got this hunch The Hunter's on the prowl with a box full of toys (box full of toys) You might think that I'm some kind of maniac trapped in a fantasy world like Castlevania Pulling something out my tool kit raping ya Metal to the skull, brain-matter out the cranium Fuck your team bitch, I'm a poor sport Got some evil on my mind I'm from Mordor Putting holes in your body like Spongebob Don't fuck with The Weirdo and his lunchbox [Chorus: Bukshot] My lunchbox On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness My lunchbox Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets My lunchbox People wanna know what's inside (inside) People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox People wanna know what's inside (inside) People wanna know what's inside (inside)