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letra de bull's eye - j-force

yeah, yeah, checka check it out y’all
j-force in the house.. comin’ strapped to attack.. suckas run for cover, baby

(verse 1)

i come from the land down under
where mc’s drop like degrees in the tundra
some rappers wonder if i’m live or dead
but m-th-f-ckas check your head it’s time for bed
i got an infrared light on my mic my rhymes are heat-seekin’
and when i stalk, mc’s hear the beat creakin’
i’m on the prowl livin’ foul as left field
sicker than bates so consider ya fate sealed
my brain’s insane, iller than salmonella
strapped with the sawed off mic i’m a bounty k!ller
slayin’ suckers from a to z
i c-ck back my mic and strike and it’s like “see ya later b”
i got ya in my scope, ya wide open
suckas with last wishes, died hopin’
cuz i be potent like pot, smoking more than a lot
i hit the spot when i shoots my shot
it’s a

[chorus]

bullseye, direct hit
if i tried to hit ya do ya think that i would miss?
bulleseye, direct hit
if i tried to hit ya do ya think that i would miss?
bullseye
bulleseye, direct hit
if i tried to hit ya do ya think that i would miss?

(verse 2)

now if i tried to hit ya do ya think that i would miss?
man listen i flip lids, do kids like bids in prison
my mind’s a crime so put my mind in a cell block
impact’s effect m-th-f-ckas get sh-ll-shocked
i’m well-stocked with a chock-full-o-nuts
no if’s and’s or but’s i drop sh-t like a klutz
hard as a triple lutz and smooth as kerrigan
fillin’ more tombs than rooms at the sheridan
i be perishin’ mc’s like disease
metaphors are raw, so enemies freeze
and take a second to recollect
do you wanna step to the set, where reps get wrecked?
i didn’t think so bro, you m-th-f-ckas know the half
the force take a loss? picture that with a photograph
so i laugh at all these rappers as i c-ck back
my mic i strike punk you know what happens next

[chorus]

(verse 3)
i’m shootin’ rhymes like skeet to the beat yes yes
penetratin’ through ya bullet proof vest
i got some stress on my chest
so i suggest ya step because i’m vexed
i warm it up like goretex with more threats than boss x
i “x” all suckas off like the era
i see a face of terror when i’m lookin’ in the mirror
here i come, fee fi fo fum
rappers i defeat get beat like a drum so um
when ya see me, run don’t look back
i’m like strapped to attack with the mic i pack
i’m comin ta get cha when i get cha i’mma wet cha like raindrops
gain props as i bust rhymes til ya brain stops
clowns are found on the battleground, dead
the cause of death was one rhyme to the head
it’s a direct hit whenever i wreck sh-t
so now ya know, accept it

[chorus]

- j force

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