Proceed With Caution

Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot] Heathen god sittin' on his throne Thinks about revenge, one who did him wrong The ones who slandered, became rivals Drank from decanters blood of false idols Now they in the black smoke, Double Dragon On the ground, back float (back float), karma happened D-Did I stutter? Check you like Stanley You can run it back i-if you don't understand me [Verse 1: Bukshot] What's your horoscope? I'm a Taurus snortin' coke Snipers, they need more than scopes, pass the mic, record a flow Pull the trigger, let the morgue sort 'em out And give me credit, I helped 'em meet The Lord Ain't no atheist (atheist), I'm doin' The Lord's work Put 'em in the earth while I rock a Horde shirt Please forgive 'em (Please forgive 'em), these rappers stupid fucks It's ludicrous, they see us rockin' Kevlar but still shoot at us Stop the bullshit just like the vest does, you see the full clip only with the best slugs Makes no sense, Uncle Fester, Ukraine flag on your Jag, we in Teslas Look at them all pressed up, looks like they spilled ketchup All over they hoodie homie, time won't clean that mess up Best proceed with caution, Uncle Buk is on one, happens pretty often [Chorus: Bukshot] Proceed with caution, I'm whippin' work in the cauldron But listen, what's that costin'? Nunya! Proceed with caution Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (This the place to show work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (Proceed with caution) [Verse 2: Bukshot] Feel the vitriol within the words I'm spittin', y'all I been known to hit it raw with lyrics drippin' fentanyl So don't you dare come close to me or be another victim hauled Off in the back of my trunk when the mission calls I got stripes in the street like a zebra Pull up on your bumper quick, you'll think it's Jeepers Creepers Sickle and a bathrobe, mistook me for The Reaper 'Cause I promise death if they keep buggin' me 'bout features Lightning strikes when I speak the mouth of madness Don't know Marshall Mathers but I'm friends with Bubba Mathis That sparks a conversation that your homie wants to talk about I write it on a Post-It Note, remind me when I'm in the south Catch my breath now, I don't judge, I'll let God be the judge, I'll just drag 'em through the mud Then deliver them to his cloud, before I leave I wipe the blood from my mug, ain't no fuck, I'm Uncle Buk [Chorus: Bukshot] Proceed with caution, I'm whippin' work in the cauldron But listen, what's that costin'? Nunya! Proceed with caution Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (This the place to show work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (Proceed with caution)