Lyrics

[Intro] Hell to the yeah I'm raw like you never saw I'm real bringing it to ya Best believe it son in law [Verse 1: Danny Boone] Fuck the bullshit I get loose like the bowels from a Metamucil boost I rule the roost you rudy poots don't wanna test my juice A loose cannon man yeah man I made it damn it Came to run the gambit ambitious stomp the yard Shake the whole fuckin' planet Real technician got em bitching 'cause I knock em out position Competition gets their noggin rocked from my composition Underground but go so fuckin' hard the top has gotta listen Show em to the obstetrician I bring out the ho in rappers Claimin' that they holdin' clappers Since I was a young son of a gun I spit disaster at 'em Danny Boone been known to melt the skin from bone And cause panic jaws all over hit the floor come at 'em raw This 58 like a sword with a cord Unprepared they look scared I kick open the door When I'm done with this place it's gonna look more like a morgue [Chorus] Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit Fuck the bullshit I get loose [Verse 2: Danny Boone] From the jump street from the motherfuckin' giddy up I came to do em hit em up I did em straight skin 'em up My venom got em sick of me hatred is fuelin' the very fire They worn out keeps burnin' like a pile of tires Every record that I turnout burnout Is what they use to call me back in the days But now a days check my dick's your mouth And I off the rip like bandaids on open sores My voice contorts simple words to complex remorse Danny's a dominate force gallopin' all over the beat Like that motherfucker just hoped on a horse With no name in the rain scatter brain far from plain This dog drags the porch if it's not off the chain Go on got the fuck on no need to go on call my name Quick to hit the woods if I can't find a proper lane D-bizzle sizzling your mental on a deadly course to blow up no mission I'ma missile [Chorus] Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit Fuck the bullshit I get loose [Verse 3: Demun Jones] Now I would never say this sayin' unless I was sure I meant it Danny and Demun wreckin' the whole planet oh damn it This the type of shit that hit and make the ground split Wide open out from under ya be careful where your standin' Hit em when they ain't lookin' take 'em 'til it's all took Shook 'em in their shoes pockets swoll and I'm bookin' Flights to bright lights and everybody's lookin' Look like we the motherfuckin' main bitch cookin' Get a plate wait in line hater eat it up and vomit I'ma keep makin' 'em sick with it pills can't stop it So drop get your Fixtape and it won't stop We runnin' shit back into shape at a high pace Check your heart rate I'm smackin' third rate punks in the fuckin' face Breakin' you ear some 58 surely its a waste Smackin' you bitches again and again Smackin' you bitches again and again [Chorus] Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit I get loose Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit Fuck the bullshit I get loose