BLAQ POET - Bushmaster Music lyrics

rate me

Ft. Vinnie Paz and Lateb

[VINNIE PAZ]

I got the AR15 let me hit his head

Heard us running up inside the crib and then he shit his bed

I ain't try to hear nothing cousin give me bread

The only thing inside my duffle bag is shrunken heads

That's how motherfuckin grimey we are

You don't wanna see how motherfuckin violent we are

Yeah, or where the motherfuckin silencers are

What the asiatic motherfuckin sciences are

I know you saying that this motherfucker curse a lot

I'm just trying to balance out the fact you rock a purse a lot

I heard you suck dicks and walk around in skirts a lot

Listen to Kanye West, recite his verse a lot

Pazienza, I don’t rock with that soft shit

We juicecrew, hilltop,hardcore shit

We got the mindbanger uncut raw shit

That put his motherfuckin body in the morgue shit,

yeah! right! ahahah! right!

Poet what up?

Pistolvania the (...) official pistol gang !

all day!

it's murder baby!

[BLAQ POET]

Murder to murder to more crime that's what I'm about

Find these motherfuckers (...)out,

I don't care about your innocence

Don't be in my vicinity

Bullets got no name I aim at my enemies

Empty the clip, pistol whipping your friends

Reload my shit, just to kill them again

My house of pain, ain't no way out of here

Fuck out of here, catch a man body's here

I got that new shit bang, ... out with the pistol gang, yeah

Ain't no way of stopping us, don't be scared,

Just prepare for the apocalypse

Fuck what you got to say, I'm a predator,

You motherfuckers is a prey

I can do this shit in my sleep,

I was taught to terrorize rappers and torture the beat

[INTERLUDE]

They got uzzies, they got shotguns, they got explosives,

They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours

[LATEB]

This is smash mouth might as well I took the MAC out

Cut your pretty grill, now you got something to rap out

Crushing every mercyless, no stopping if you zap out

Take everything, like pose raiding the stash house

I'ma break your nose , with the poetry of (...)

Push your blind faith, ... you own

... I'm broke, cause I'm broking all the rules

... so each second and each day...

I could feed them all day...

Gotta know what trouble is to opposite of rubber grip

Tied to a chair, ... miss

You just stop complaining ... cause eternal suffering.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to David for correcting these lyrics