Vinnie Paz, Blaq Poet, Lateb - Bushmaster lyrics

The fuck you say now, huh? Hey
Huh? Bam bam bam
Motherfucker I am strapped you
Don't fucking talk now, huh?

I got the AR-15, let me hit his head
Heard us running up inside the crib
And then he shit his bed
I ain’t trying to hear nothing
Cousin give me bread
The only thing inside the
Duffel bag shrunken heads
That’s how motherfucking grimy we are
You don’t wanna see how
Motherfucking violent we are
Yeah, or where the
Motherfucking silencers are
What the Asiatic motherfucking 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 dick 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 juice crew Hilltop hardcore shit
We got the? digger uncut raw shit
To put his motherfucking body
In the morgue shit


Murder the murder the more crime
That’s what I’m about
Find these motherfuckers, air em 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 em again
My house of pain, ain’t no way outta here
Fuck outta here, catching mad bodies here
I got that new shit you bang
Screwball wilding out with the Pistol Gang
Yeah, ain’t no way of stopping this
Don’t be scared
Just prepare for the Apocalypse
Fuck what you gotta say i’m a predator
Y’all motherfuckers is the prey
I can do the shit in my sleep
I was taught to terrorize rappers
And torture the beats

They got Uzis, they got
Shotguns, they got explosives
They got access to any kind of
Weapon they want within 24 hours

This is Smash Mouth
Might as well I took the MAC out
Cut your pretty grill now you
Got something to rap out
Mercenary merciless no stopping if
You tap out
Take everything like po’s raiding
The stash house
I’mma break your nose with the poetry of rose
Push your blind faith like the
Fucking rosary you hold
Openly I’m bold cause I’ve
Broken all the laws ? my soul
Evil’s all I know,? fiending for control
So each second of each day
The demon in him grows
? feed him all day? never fold
Interrupt him while he’s eating now
You bleeding in the fold
Gotta know what trouble is the
Opposite of rubber grip
Tied to a chair,? bucket lips
You should stop complaining
The muttering and mumbling
Cause? cause eternal suffering