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letra de death dance - bukshot

[verse 1: boogie]
seventeen problems but your b-tch ass ain’t one
looks like you got a problem down the barrel of a shotgun
love me some haters, line ’em up and take ’em all out
messin’ with the mob, you probably should have taken a different route
sneak up in your house like my name was thomas hewitt
when the boss gives a call, you know we gotta f-ckin’ do it
i’m on my squad sh-t so please make no mistake
gonna find your rotting carcass at the bottom of a f-cking lake
now it’s too late, you gotta reap what you sow
this be a death dancе and here comes thе crows
i got to admit, i thought you might have been smarter
but now we gotta make your dumb ass a f-ckin’ martyr (a f-ckin’ martyr)
[chorus: bukshot]
i see my skeletons dancing (dancing)
somebody must have let them out the closet (closet)
kind of funny but my rivals ain’t laughin’ (ain’t laughin’)
to keep it real, i think i may have costed (costed)
this a death dance, the reaper’s watching you
keep your last breath, it’s what it’s costin’ you
smokin’ joe approves, you got the cosign
caught ’em in a bad mood and there’s no time

[verse 2: krawley]
have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
come to my hood, i smile while your whole crew stands in fright
it’ll be alright, bukshot told me not to take your life
but i’ve never listened so it’s time for you to feel my knife
cut ’em up, gut ’em up, wet ’em up, hang your insides up like ed gein
i spilled the blood of a punk, now my whole crib looks like a crime scene
i switched from the knife to the pump, now your whole crew scatter like roaches
i love the thrill of the hunt, now watch as the monster encroaches
as i lurk in the shadows you know i stay hooded up like a sith lord
blue rag on my face, mason jar full of blood in case i get bored
you can run if you want to, think quick homeboy ’cause it might be your last chance
mobstyle don’t play (don’t play), now watch me as i do my death dance

[chorus: bukshot]
i see my skeletons dancing (dancing)
somebody must have let them out the closet (closet)
kind of funny but my rivals ain’t laughin’ (ain’t laughin’)
to keep it real, i think i may have costed (costed)
this a death dance, the reaper’s watching you
keep your last breath, it’s what it’s costin’ you
smokin’ joe approves, you got the cosign
caught ’em in a bad mood and there’s no time
[verse 3: bukshot]
jumped on my grind sh-t, put it in a chokehold (chokehold)
i can get you knocked off, ain’t no broke ho (broke ho)
dropped twenty racks on your head, then you dead
fish food on the bottom of a river filled with lead
see, i get it, you ain’t used to f-cking with a g
you not used to mobsters swinging back up on they enemies
now that my kids are grown, k!ller, i’ll handle you
watchin’ hollow tips turn your head into a can of stew
lookin’ through the cannon view, karma take the steering wheel
f-ck the opps! this the mob, promise we ain’t scared to k!ll
this is death, you can see it on our faces (faces)
shotgun blast, b-tch, we are the gauges (we are the gauges)

- bukshot

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