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letra de who am i? - bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
welcome to your execution, meet me out at silent hill
beat you in the head with blazes clock, i got time to k!ll (hahaha)
think i’m full of sh-t, promise i’m the kind that will (yeah)
something wicked this way comes, you b-tches know the drill
i keep the company of evil people on my team (uh)
we creep inside yo thoughts and have a feast with all your dreams (shhh)
me and scum a tag-team maniac just like in scream
with r.o.c. and psycho jesus, light and gasoline
don’t give a f-ck (f-ck)
i’m setting fire to these peoples homes
i’m the reason that you shouldn’t leave your kids at home alone
this is not a f-cking test, we’ll put holes in your buddies chest
we’ll give your daughter sl-tty s-x, turn your house a bl–dy mess
you don’t wanna wake up on the chopping block with your body dumped off in the parking lot
laying like a creek in some woods wept not
stomach full of hollow tips and buckshot
any time whenever, don’t you pull my f-cking lever
th-there’s a monster in my cellar, you can’t see it helen keller
raaah

[pre-chorus: psycho jesus]
i can treat you with them gloves and the choppers
and acting like the psycho in the showers
it’s time to push your life to the side
you have no choice in how you die, it’s only up for he and i to decide
[chorus: psycho jesus]
who am i?
a weirdo
who am i?
been acting like
who am i?
a scumf-ck
who am i?
he is i
when time for wicked minds to combine, you have no choice in how you die it’s only up for he and i to decide

[bridge: the r.o.c.]
keep calling me the monster
the unknown distant figure
the shadow in the corner touch your mental choose bigger
whisper, completing your defeat
need yo life on no repeat
so enemies go to sleep

[verse 2: the r.o.c.]
the beast is released, don’t look up in yo mirror
cause i’ll be standing right behind ya
yeah you couldn’t see or hear
the footsteps tune yo ears to listen
yeah fool, i’m in yo house
yeah it’s a black man in yo house but the least of your worries are my color right now
i need that feeling, i bleed that feeling
you couldn’t pay me a million for the feeling
tossed the thought in the back of yo mind and i’ll drill the f-cking back of yo skull clean off
no way can i be stopped by a law
no way will i be stopped by the law
f-ck the law man i still draw picture of a body in a box, we k!ll ’em all
so i am not the one that’s connected
so please ignore when im online
please forgive all my mass hits just know i spit with no mind
no time cause i steady grind tryna see through my rhymes crimes
someone better change my dollar quick cause i’m thinking y’all better drop a dime
raaah
[pre-chorus: psycho jesus]
i can treat you with them gloves and the choppers
and acting like the psycho in the showers
it’s time to push your life to the side
you have no choice in how you die, it’s only up for he and i to decide

[chorus: psycho jesus]
who am i?
a weirdo
who am i?
been acting like
who am i?
a scumf-ck
who am i?
he is i
when time for wicked minds to combine, you have no choice in how you die it’s only up for he and i to decide

[verse 3: scum (usa)]
i’m not the one that you want to trust when i say “just trust me”
better get a gun and be ready for me, is what you must be
i’ma come and smash your newborn baby with the two by four
and the little f-ck will not shut the f-ck up then it must die
yeah i’m that guy that’s always wanted for some questioning
in connection with a shooting, stabbing, or some sh-t like breaking in
to your f-cking place, ripping off your face, raping those you love the most
i’ma burn in h-ll for the sh-t i’ve done, you can ask the holy ghost
on a webcam show for the world to see i’ma snuff your family
if you’re not a friend of me then you must be my enemy
i’ma lay you down, look into my knife when i write these wicked rhymes
in the middle of the night i’ma come for your life that’s just how i get at times
and so these violent crimes are almost never personal
just a bl–dy path and a psychopath that is irreversible
like the ones you love that i take from you are irreplaceable
and the gun that’s pressed against the back of your head’s untraceable
raaah
[pre-chorus: psycho jesus]
i can treat you with them gloves and the choppers
and acting like the psycho in the showers
it’s time to push your life to the side
you have no choice in how you die, it’s only up for he and i to decide

- bukshot

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