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letra de chant - bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
i’m in the upside down with an ouija board
speaking backwards, conjuring a locust horde
they don’t understand the language out my vocal chords
wicked hip hop, ready for a war
make ’em disappear like dexter
enter fear, riding shotgun with vecna
still here and i’m snuffing out hecklers
evil brewing in the lab, wesker
nemesis tyrant, buk-slap alpha
head crushed in like the mountain how they found ya (how they found ya)
mob k!llings, ain’t n0body saw sh-t
left them handcuffed to a train, saw sh-t
reckless murderer, blood gurglеr
dracula soul stealer, hamburglar
fallen angеl, righteous devil
ways to punish them on another level
[chorus: bukshot]
i’ve got these ways to crush they dreams unlike they’ve never seen
make a wish, light a candle
recite a chant to the mirror on the mantle
i whisper in they ear, they look like what the f-ck you mean?
in the pit (in the pit) they can cancel
bars of wicked sh-t they can handle

[verse 2: mr 8 legz]
slaughtered lamb to the worms, fatten vertebrae
you call it rituals? i call it a thursday
wordplay wrap around your brain leave a nurse afraid
i just want excessive death to overwhelm the birth rate
underground where we shifting the earth’s plates and causing earthquakes
open up the crust, swallow all of these f-cks that never belonged with us down here in the first place
it’s a berserk state (yeah!) since my first taste (of what?)
of blood on my tongue but in love with the rush that comes
the hunt, so run, it doesn’t matter where to because
the world is scary at night in the absence of light
but the beauty is anywhere, can be a burial site

[chorus: bukshot]
i’ve got these ways to crush they dreams unlike they’ve never seen
make a wish, light a candle
recite a chant to the mirror on the mantle
i whisper in they ear, they look like what the f-ck you mean?
in the pit (in the pit) they can cancel
bars of wicked sh-t they can handle
[verse 3: whipstick]
load another clip so i can shoot you like it’s in a pic
capture all the angles and strangle you when the room is lit
yeah running through your b-tch! f-ck her for the foolishness
do it for the money but also do it for xuligans
wait! look at me when i start stabbing you
cackle in laughter ’cause all of it’s rather cool
stay! with me when i start to chat with you
cry for your gods because hope has abandoned you (f-ck you!)
slit your throat and spill the plasma on the sabbath
hide the pain, when light done came when i finally break going savage
on top thank you for the facets, i’ve got it down to a pattern
tear the iris from the sockets, obsessive, i’ve gotta have it
guess the eyes are the windows to your soul when i’m breaking in
stapling your forehead with a crucifix and pray to it
face it! when you’re in the steeple, worship with a satanist
your soul is on the line so pal i hope you mind i’m taking it

- bukshot

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