The Descent

Album cover art for "The Descent" by Bukshot & DJ Clay & Str8jaket & KidCrusher & Jrumma & Project Born & FAMZ & Hard Jawz & Doc Gruesome & Stray (Sky Swamp Orange) & Zitro (MI) & Skitzomichigan

Bukshot & DJ Clay & Str8jaket & KidCrusher & Jrumma & Project Born & FAMZ & Hard Jawz & Doc Gruesome & Stray (Sky Swamp Orange) & Zitro (MI) & Skitzomichigan - Rap, Horrorcore

The Descent

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[Verse 1: Str8jaket] Yeah, I got the call to execute the skill Bukshot hand me the wicked, I've been summoned to kill Take the ski mask, grab the AK, naw Grab that Michael Myers mask and cut these bitches down raw Swing! Chop! All I see is red Been chewed up and spit out by this world so all my feelings dead Find the people who acceptin' me, the rest are missing heads Became a beast in my creations, a monster of the descent (a monster of the dеscent) [Verse 2: Doc Gruesome] Careful coming down herе bitch, I keep my burner always on me (always on me) Mask up on my face, a true American Horror Story (story) Crown of thorns pierce into my head, I feel the pain is cleansing (bitch!) Crucify me in the trap until my bones are bending I'll be back in seven days, steady slanging rocks (slanging rocks) You lookin' like you seen a ghost with baggies in my socks And here begins the descent into my puzzle box (puzzle box) Excuse me if I pull away to bust a couple knocks little bitch [Verse 3: FamZ] Little Devil Boi in this bitch (yuh), spittin' upside down crucifix To hellions that so heaven-sent, causing moshes and turbulence Y'all don't know, gotta kill 'em slow Let the monster grow, I'm the pope Let it go, leave 'em leaking like a nose, yo You better watch my snap, snap some vertebrae out your back Haters see me relaxed bringing all of my voices back They say show no mercy, that's when I'm holding you hostage Carving 26 in your head so I'm never forgotten (never forgotten) [Verse 4: Zitro] Oh no fuckin' around you let the Thuggalo out I do not do it for clout, came from Hell to bring 'em all down I am from D-Town, Murder Mitten, like The Clowns As soon as you hear the sound (hahaha!) prepare to drown Yeah, in the Great Lakes of Hot Lava You no big dog, bitch, you are more like a chihuahua (chihuahua) The damage I can do ain't no point in seeing a doctor (naw) So let me chop it up with you before I let loose the monster (monster) [Verse 5: Bukshot] Descend into the underground where we don't care about your ego Knock that chip right off your shoulder, where'd you even find these people? (find these people?) I have come to chew up bubblegum and kick ass I am all out of bubblegum but I got big ass Let 'em go, murder show, head shot, vertigo Hurt 'em slow, murder flow, dead shot, Juggalo Enter Red Dragon, yeah, Hellion, feel the dread Helter Skelter back again, bitch be careful where you tread [Verse 6: Hard Jawz] Bitch be careful where you tread, you heard what my partner said You don't want to get packed up real nice with a price around your fucking head Dead, that's that final solution This music business prostitution, I get lost in illusion A constant contusion that never done really heal in my brain Now I'm insane, getting it wicked, is you feeling it mane? Goddang, MOB and SHE, we running a race With a punch to the back of your head then I break the front of your face (Jawz!) [Verse 7: DJ Clay] I can see it clearly now, these demons want to bring me down The haters never hated, they just needed me to be around Ayy! I'm the people's champ! Ayy! I'm the underground! Yeah, yeah, yeah, we the shit, bitch, who fucked you up? Somebody once asked me why we rap about all the violent shit I told 'em come grow up where I grew up and live the way I did And if you can fill up both of these shoes the way that I once did Then let me tell you this, boy, boy, you the shit (you the shit) [Verse 8: Skitzomichigan] High off peyote motherfucker you don't know me Pennywise your kids and Candyman your homie My patience is very short, it done drowned in a kiddie pool Pickin' on an emo kid, he shootin' up the middle school Jackrabbit with gadgets he got a bad habit He smokin' on Bobby Brown then listen to Black Sabbath My life is a color and now they got me seeing red We kill 'em with tunnel vision 'til a visionary dead (dead) [Verse 9: Stray] Bitch I got time today so follow me down this way I'm booking a flight, descend where the carnage lay Hurry up, ándale, we're losing the light Come in and fiend with the demons that live in my dreams and bring out my darkest ways My comfort emits when I'm in the midst of bringing you hell to pay Aah! Wouldn't want to make you wig out Nah! Keep that chin up cub scout (but) If you find yourself up in your feelings ooh you big pout Ooh you big man huh (yeah)? Got you dropping jaws? (ugh) Got you questioning your element like who the fuck? [Verse 10: Frank Nitty] Bout to put some heads to bed I know some people who want me dead Couldn't cope with bein' broke so Kentucky to Flint is where we fled '93 was losin' it, now people think I lost it Put boundaries in my life so don't you motherfucking cross it We sell tics like we Boston, so you better not miss the show Monstar and Mobstyle, got the people saying whoa Deep in the gutter moving butter down in Flint Killing shit and River Park Projects in my descent motherfucker [Verse 11: Lil Polk] Polk is a beast and Project Born running the streets Infrared beam on you face while you crossing these killers, I know that you heard that we be Fuckin' the game up and keepin' it G Call from the homie, be up in the feed Mission complete, now it's time we get back to the kitchen and cook up some more of this D Want to get Polk? It's gon' cost you a fee Project Born repping, now what do you see? These killers connected, got loose on the record They murdered you bitches and now we gon' flee Stacking the money as tall as a tree You fuckin' with danger, you fuckin' with me I jump in the booth and go stupid, you hoes made me do it And now you hoes begging and pleading, uh [Verse 12: Jrumma] Your favorite rapper's a mannequin Dripped up in his management (yep) Hold a pose for that camera lens But don't own the clothes that he's standing in Got a thick chick with the fishnet stockings (yeah) Dressed black and yellow no caution I can flip that trick like Koston Give her that six-nine Tekashi A lot of gossip as I descend into rare form They say I'm too underground, why's my music airborne Out here catching bodies for the furnace, keep the lair warm Jrumma the pariah, I'm writing this as a fair warning [Verse 13: KidCrusher] Dig a little deeper, grab a shovel, help me out I'm counting maggots crawling all around and shooting this place up Vomit blood upon the mic, blood is bitter, what you like Come on down and have a fight, little monsters take a bite My body's stuck in rigor mortis till I hear a metal piece Zombies in the mosh pit, screaming like a fucking beast All together, jump and splatter Smokin' blunts, we totin' dabbers Twisted face done make 'em badder Wicked shit is all that matters Open the gate and fuck the moshpit Fatal your death another daydream Son of a dick how can you hate me? I'm rising up, come on and take me

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Credits

Writers
  • Bukshot
  • DJ Clay
  • Str8jaket
  • KidCrusher
  • Jrumma
  • FAMZ
  • Hard Jawz
  • Doc Gruesome
  • Stray (Sky Swamp Orange)
  • Frank Nitty (PJB)
  • Lil Polk
  • Zitro (MI)
  • Skitzomichigan