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letra de walk that line - bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
sorry that i had to make you wait for this (yeah)
but its never too late for wicked gangster sh-t (naw)
on that note, follow me now from the booth to the crowd
weirdos stand proud, maniacs are foul
come from the land of the heartless
where they pack guns on they waste and they start sh-t
everyone’s a target
watch me slit throats my dear
like it, little boys and girls float down here (yes)
can smell fear on the breath of my enemies
when i die i kinda figure where they’re sending me
till then i’ll raise h-ll on earth
like a gargoyle on top of my church (come on)
step into the octagon of chaos with me
and slip into the realm of a séance with me
open up my lunchbox, guaranteed
got so much sh-t to show you, be patient you’ll see

[chorus: bukshot]
i got weird sh-t on my mind
if you look real close you just might find
i’m a psycho trying to have a good time
and i might go nuts trying to walk that line
i got sick thoughts all the time, got a mask and a tool that’ll crack that spine
like michael i just hit my prime
and i might go nuts trying to walk that line
[verse 2: bukshot]
bout to go children of the corn in this thing
the one who walks behind the rows with blood on his fangs
straight for the jugular, like dracula
maybe swing an axe at ya, murder spectacular
devil’s reject, death is remedial
gut ’em like a tiger claw, king ezekiel
living freak-show, machete deep-throat
you witness three b-tches, better hit your free-throws
you don’t know about the pain in my ring
dropping down with a death plot like sting
butcher knife, hardcore
stick ’em like dartboards
playing music when i work like starlord
mind warped like a stephen king book
focused on revenge every single time i’m shook
put ’em in a guillotine and chop that spine
it ain’t easy trying to walk that line

[chorus: bukshot]
i got weird sh-t on my mind
if you look real close you just might find
i’m a psycho trying to have a good time
and i might go nuts trying to walk that line
i got sick thoughts all the time, got a mask and a tool that’ll crack that spine
like michael i just hit my prime
and i might go nuts trying to walk that line
[verse 3: bukshot]
s-x, blood, money and murder
yeah i f-cking said it
don’t care where you heard it
surrounded by fakes, my reaction’s allergic
a creep to say the least, women say i’m perverted
opinions don’t matter, think you’re out of your league
just step into my cage, you think you’re better than me?
told ’em evil never sleeps since adam and eve
got tricks up my sleeve you would never believe
c-cky artists need to shut they mouth and humble up (that’s right)
show up at your v.i.p. and shut that mumble up (for real)
make me mad i’ll f-ck around and drop a spirit bomb
while dressed up like a bounty hunter at a comic-con
a shogun, k!ll ’em all like blowgun
give ’em to the mini-faced god, a man is no one
make ’em drink the water from the house of black and white
caught you jacking with a touch i got ’em loosing sight

- bukshot

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