Slaughterous

Lyrics
[Intro: Bukshot] It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless Take notes and shit and get slaughterous Tote choppers big as hippopotamus If you joke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch [Verse 1: Bukshot] I'm in my roots like Venus flytrap In some Timberland boots, stomp 'em mean as I rap Targets I shoot for cleaners I wrap Play these people like a flute, like a king that I slap Not a real king but a wannabe with a fake crown Nothin' like the real thing, takin' out these snake clowns Burn the town down, look at the flames, look at their pain Squirm with the foul sound, look at their pain, look what I made This Mob shit, this thing of ours, got it tatted on my chest by some battle scars Many scary nights where we rattled bars 'fore we rumbled with the rivals in the prison yard Found myself in a hole, yo, fuck the guards Found a pen and a pad, then I wrote some bars Eyes closed, told me what I wrote was hard It kinda went like this, tear they throat apart [Chorus: Bukshot] It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless Take notes and shit and get slaughterous Tote choppers big as hippopotamus If you joke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch Here on out, lock it all down All your bullshit all stops now Hear me out, lock it all down Got a full clip, slaughter y'all clowns [Verse 2: Timbo] Shit, lately I've been all about my timing I'm sensin' they dimension as they listen to my rhyming Cold to the core while I go and change the climate Spinning earth core lately seem to be my diet I promise you can't try this, you can't eye to eye this Really I am advising, please be very sure about your timing I'm preservatin' your hibernation straight through my eyelids I'm confined in a rock-solid core, diamond Breakout with my fists and throw it quick just like a Heisman Pull up where you at and collect the debt that you're hidin' Just look up who my pops is, buddy, you're realizin' Notice the scheme you had before no longer realignin' Notice a quake and shiver that hit you just like a virus Notice how you cough and no bullets sneezin' out the sinus My rhymes timeless, they intertwine into your kind until you're mindless I throw bombs, surprise, detonation got perfect timing [Chorus: Bukshot] It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless Take notes and shit and get slaughterous Tote choppers big as hippopotamus If you joke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch Here on out, lock it all down All your bullshit all stops now Hear me out, lock it all down Got a full clip, slaughter y'all clowns [Verse 3: Bukshot & Timbo] Spittin' on a track with the blood of my blood Mode of attack, drug through the mud Don't breathe, your lungs get filled with The air I speak, yeah, a verse can kill These verbs can beat your ego still Nothing like defeat, my words worth a mill Shit hurts for real and what's worse than drill Punchlines got you all the way up in your feels I guess that's what the price is, violence They better hyphen, we hypnotize shit Clean crews like Dyson with no devices My people hybrid, got my own domain like I'm Aizen Feed me beats, it's so appetizin' I'm sharper than any blade you can try and take my life with Any hater make 'em hit the grass from a distance It look like a kite land, violent, make their body fly like a flight plan They ask for it, chose the right man [Chorus: Bukshot] It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless Take notes and shit and get slaughterous Tote choppers big as hippopotamus If you joke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch Here on out, lock it all down All your bullshit all stops now Hear me out, lock it all down Got a full clip, slaughter y'all clowns
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Credits
- Writers
- Bukshot
- Timbo (Mobstyle Music)