Bushmaster Music

Lyrics

[Intro] "The fuck you say now!? Huh!? Hey! Huh!? Bam! bam! bam! Mothafucka I'm strapped! You don't fuckin' talk now, huh!?" [Vinnie Paz] I got the AR-15, let me hit his head Heard us running up inside the crib and then he shit his bed I ain't trying to hear nothing cousin give me bread The only thing inside the duffel bag shrunken heads That's how motherfucking grimy we are You don't wanna see how motherfucking violent we are (Yeah!) Or where the motherfucking silencers are What the Asiatic motherfucking sciences are I know you saying that this motherfucker curse a lot I'm just trying to balance out the fact you rock a purse a lot I heard you suck dick and walk around in skirts a lot Listen to Kanye West, recite his verse a lot Pazienza I don't rock with that soft shit We juice crew Hilltop hardcore shit We got the ??? uncut raw shit To put his motherfucking body in the morgue shit, yeah