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letra de stampede - bloodshot

[intro: bloodshot]
startin’ a stampede

[chorus: bloodshot]
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)

[verse 1: bloodshot]
get it on your boy, yeah, ain’t got no wrong
and represent (ha) the puget sound
we stomp our feet on these motherf-ckin’ hoes
brеak out the brass knuckles and knock ’em out cold
throw your ‘bows on thеse b-tches if they want some
haters get no love in the cut where i come from
throw your ‘bows on these b-tches if they want some
haters get no love in the cut where i come from
we get crunk, your bones get chopped (yeah)
we get buck and load the clips up (yeah)
we ’bout to start a stampede (stampede)
slaughterer’s; strap on your boots, follow me
my army cannot be defeated
watch and laugh as the enemies retreating
minions, dark disciples and zombies
get ready, ’cause this is my army
[chorus: bloodshot]
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)

[verse 2: bloodshot]
put your blunts up (yeah) and light that sh-t
before the fighting starts arising
it’s a fight club (yah) up in the underground
everyone with steel tools rea-ready for a pound down
we train (yeah), we train hard
slaughter is stirring up in the backyard
and we don’t f-ck around, we play for real
knock you in the grill with the chair made of steel
you goin’ down, player, you’re goin’ down, punk
next time you talk is through the trunk
let me take you far away to a place where you won’t remember me
a place where destiny is ruined by devil beasts
you f-cked up now but you can’t take it back
the next sound you hear is a-a gun clap
off from the club to a-a hidden cabin
talk that sh-t and i ain’t havin’ it
[chorus: bloodshot]
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)

[outro: bloodshot]
right, left, right, left
slaughterer’s march, slaughterer’s march
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)
start a stampede up in this motherf-cker (what!)

- bloodshot

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