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letra de the descent - bukshot

[verse 1: str8jaket]
yeah, i got the call to execute the sk!ll
bukshot hand me the wicked, i’ve been summoned to k!ll
take the ski mask, grab the ak, i’ll
grab that michael myers mask then cut these b-tches down a wall
swing! chop! all i see is red
b-tch who dumped and spit out by this world so all my feelings dead
find the people who accepted me, the rest are missing heads
became a beast in my creation, a monster of the descent

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
careful coming down hеre b-tch, i keep my burner always on me
mask up on my facе, a true american horror story
crown of th-rns pierce into my head, i feel the pain is cleansing (b-tch!)
crucify me in a trap until my bones are bending
i’ll be back in seven days, steady slanging rocks
you lookin’ like you seen a ghost, some baggies in my socks
and here begins the descent into my puzzle box
excuse me if i pull away to bust a couple knots
[verse 3: famz]
little devil boi in this b-tch, spittin’ upside down crucifix
to h-llions that so heaven sick, causing moshes and turbulence
y’all don’t know, gotta k!ll ’em slow
let the monster grow up the pole
let it go, leave ’em leaking like a nose
i gotta watch my snap, snap some vertebrae out your back
and to see me relaxed bringing all of my voices back
they say show no mercy, that’s when i’m holding you hostage
carving 26 in you and so i’m never forgotten

[verse 4: zitro]
oh no f-ckin’ around you let the thunder go out
i do not do it for clout
came from h-ll to bring ’em all down
i am from d-town, murder mitten, light the clowns
as soon as you hear the sound (hahaha!) prepare this round
yeah, in the great lakes of hot lava
you no big dog, b-tch, you are more like a chihuahua
the damage i can do ain’t no point in seeing a doctor
so let me chop it up with you before i let loose the monster

[verse 5: bukshot]
descend into the underground where we don’t care about your ego
knock that chip right off your shoulder, where’d you even find these people?
i have come to chew up bubblegum and kick ass
i am all out of bubblegum but i got big ass
let ’em go, murder show
head shot, vertigo
hurt ’em slow, murder flow
dead shot, juggalo
enter red dragon, yeah
h-llion, feel the dread
helter skelter back again
b-tch be careful where you tread
[verse 6: hard jawz]
b-tch be careful where you tread
you won’t want my partners here
you don’t want to get packed up real nice
put a vice around your f-cking head
dead, that’s that final solution
this music business prostitution, i get lost in illusion
a constant contusion that never dead, really here in my brain
now i’m insane, getting it wicked, is you feeling it mane?
goddang, mob and she, we running a race
put a punch to the back of your head and i break the front of your face (jawz!)

[verse 7: dj clay]
i can see it clearly now, these demons want to bring me down
the haters never hated, they just needed me to be around
hey! i’m the people’s champ
hey! i’m the underground
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we the sh-t, b-tch, we f-cked you up
somebody once asked me why we rap about all the violent sh-t
i told ’em come grow up where i grew up and live the way i did
and if you can fill up off of these shrooms the way that i just did
then let me tell you this, boy, boy, you the sh-t (you the sh-t)

[verse 8: skitzomichigan]
high off peyote
motherf-cker you don’t know me
pennywise your kids and candyman your homie
my patience is very short, it done drowned in a kiddie pool
pickin’ on an emo kid, he shootin’ up a middle school
jackrabbit with cabbage, he got a bad habit
we smokin’ on bobby brown, then listen to black sabbath
my life is a color and now they got me seeing red
we k!lling with tunnel vision, television every dead
[verse 9: stray]
b-tch i got time today
so follow me down this way
i’m booking a flight, this ain’t what the carnage like
hurry up, ándale, with lucifer life
coming to deal with the demons and living my dreams
of bringing my darkest ways
we come in the mix when i’m in the midst
of bringing you h-ll to pay
aah! we don’t want to make you wig out
nah! keep that chin up cub scout
if you find yourself up in your feelings use your big mouth
oh you think that huh? got you dropping jaws
got you crushing in your element like who the f-ck

[verse 10: frank nitty]
we’s about to put some head to beer
i know some people who want me dead
couldn’t go with bein’ broke so kentucky the place is where we fled
’93 we was losin’ it, now people think i lost it
put boundaries in my life so don’t you motherf-cking cross it
we sell tapes like we bought them so you better not miss the show
monstar and mobstyle, got the people saying whoa
deep in the gutter moving b-tter down in flint
k!lling sh-t in renville park, bodies in my descent motherf-cker

[verse 11: lil polk]
polk is a beast, a project, we running the streets
infrared beam on you face while you crossing these k!llers, i know that you heard that we be
f-ckin’ the game up and keepin’ it g
call for the homie, be up in defeat
mission complete, now it’s time to get back to the kitchen and cook up some more of this d
want to get polk? it’s gon’ cost you a fee
project born repping, now what do you see?
these k!llers connected, got loose on the regular
murder you b-tches and now we gon’ flee
stacking the money as tall as a tree
you f-ckin’ with danger, you f-ckin’ with me
i jump in the booth and go stupid, you hoes made me do it
and now you hoes begging and pleading

[verse 12: jrumma]
your favorite rapper’s a mannequin
tripped up in his management
hold a pose for that camera lens
but don’t own it close ’til they standing in
got a thick chick with a [?]
just black and yellow, no cotton
i can flip that chick like [?]
give her that six nine like kashi
a lot of concept outside of sitting away from it
they say i’m too underground, all my music terrible
out here catching bodies for the furnace, keep the layer warm
jrumma the pariah, i’m writing this as a fair warning

[verse 13: kidcrusher]
take your little diva, grab a shovel, let me out
i’m counting maggots crawling all around and shooting this place up
vomit blood upon the mic, blood is bitter, what you like
goin’ down and have a fight, little monster seeking blight
my body’s talking with no warnings to my jeeper middle piece
zombies in the moshpit, screaming like a f-cking beast
all together, jump and splatter
smokin’ blunts, we totin’ dabbers
twisted face done make ’em badder
wicked sh-t is all that matters
roll with the gang, that’s all the monsters
[?]

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