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letra de murder call - bukshot and turncoat dirty

[intro: blackfoot]
ayo bukshot, i think it’s time to let these motherf-ckers know how the f-ck we roll (we roll we roll we roll)
are we talking about, eeny, meeny, miny, moe? (moe moe moe)
bruised catching bullet-holes (bullet holes bullet holes bullet holes)
no telling ’bout the murder call

[verse 1: bukshot]
shotgun sh-lls, watch me share ’em
underground labels won’t book me cause i scare ’em (haha)
watch me bukslap these b-tches (what’s up)
make ’em all eat sh-t, two b-tches one cup (yeah)
i can jack a beat and drive down yo street (yeah)
chopper out the window, wilson fisk pack heat (yeah)
scratch the serial numbers off the gauge (aye)
h-ll’s kitchen k!llers roll up on you and they spray (aye)
no lives matter in this thing cause i’m color blind
show up to your record label turn it into columbine
walk away motherf-cker don’t you follow mine
i can put a bullet in yo head and make a hollow mind (mind)
juggernaut falls from the underground
talking sh-t to me online, leave ’em in the gutter now (gutter now)
got a bullet-proof vest packing two glocks (two glocks)
with a trunk full of bodies headed to the boondox (boondox)
unintended, haters get offended
never try to reason with the wicked, we’re demented (demented)
here’s a front row ticket to the murder show (murder show)
the definition of a trigger happy juggalo, let’s go (let’s go)
[bridge: blackfoot]
hahahahahaha (haha)
are you motherf-ckers ready to get laid down in this b-tch (this b-tch)?
ayo boondox tell ’em what the f-ck it is (f-ck it is)

[verse 2: turncoat dirty]
journey with me into the mind of a lunatic
cattle mutilaters stabbing spines with a crucifix
i’m a heathen and i’m breathing in ethylene
swinging straight razors, gone on two grams of ketamine
pupils dilated having visions of a slaughter
hate is instigated by collisions with my father
i ain’t gonna stop until there’s bleeding in the water
slit my f-cking wrists and drop another sheet of plodder
k-k-k!ll a motherf-cker cause i’m sick of all this garbage
cut a sh-tty rapper, stick his d-ck inside his carcass
nothing really matters cause we living in a h-llhole
roaches f-cking scatter while we listen to the bell toll
i’m done (done)
johnny get your gun
we in a ring of fire and we burning one by one
but i ain’t going out without a trophy for the mantelpiece
raging f-cking war on the ones that couldn’t handle peace
ak-47 sending half of y’all to heaven
the rest can go to h-ll when i shoot the mac-11
and i’ma stick around and kick it with the other crazies
crumbing up roses while you’re pushing up daisies
[bridge: blackfoot]
b-tch what the f-ck you talking ’bout (talking ’bout)
this that real serial k!ller murder music sh-t
run up in yo f-cking house (f-cking house)
and if you ain’t down with us we put you underground with the maggots and box (pop)

[verse 3: blackfoot]
different in the streets, my mirror
plant it on the inside of your cranium, i’ll scare ya
and yo bukshot homie (what’s up?)
it feels like i’m stuck in the gut when i’m cutting ’em up
but check the gun block, we running this sh-t from rough shot
and the clutch pause gripping the fifth with bukshot
give a f-ck, y’all suckers get blah-ba-blah-blah
from the top down looking around with guns c-cked
ride with dirty, them b-tches ain’t heard we on that murderous
with vengeance in the midst of the dark
devil’s lurk within
spin pistols with seditious, i’m calm ones for you and him
send me cur and backwoods and gulf, and need a moose to kick
the king the kong swing your trees
a rock falls down upon the ground with these leaves i watched fall
froze up and around when i dream and launch into the evening unleashed and i beast and rrraaa
now the monster’s in the building
my coffee haunt the blanca mixed with delsym i’m a villain
the devil’s in the dungeon
the animal of rap in the triple of these bunch, sh-t
[outro: blackfoot & bukshot]
majik ninja entertainment in this b-tch (b-tch b-tch b-tch)
with the homie lo key (lo key lo key lo key)
ask yourselves (ask yourselves, ask yourselves)
now ask yourselves (ask yourselves)
do you wanna die? (die)
do you wanna die? (die)
said do you wanna die (die)
do you wanna agh
die! (die die die die)
should i k!ll ’em yeah, we can have a ball
we could k!ll ’em all hit ’em with the murder call
should i k!ll ’em yeah, we can have a ball
we could k!ll ’em all hit ’em with the murder call
should i k!ll ’em yeah, we can have a ball
we could k!ll ’em all hit ’em with the murder call
should i k!ll ’em yeah, we can have a ball
we could k!ll ’em all hit ’em with the murder call
k!lla

- bukshot and turncoat dirty

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