Boondox, Hurraseason - One 87 lyrics
[Boondox, Hurraseason - One 87 lyrics]
Ugh, Hurra Season oh ugh ugh
It's a murder man ugh, ugh
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "Did he make it? Did he
Make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
Full metal jackets hit the floorboard when
I pull up on 'em unload
Can't even see the road from muzzle
Flashes and the gun smoke
They asses shoulda learned though
Don't fuck around with Turncoat
Dirty hand back ashes to your
Mama with no urn hoe
Immortal vandal, I'm a savage with the ammo
Twin eagles in all flannel
Clutch their handles like a camel
Tired of fucking with these mammals
On my last nerve go ahead and light a couple
Candles for this bastard
I'm spilling blood like I was
Kevin with the chili pot
Flame coming out the MAC-11
Yeah that chili hot
Don't look surprised you 'bout to die
Yeah hoe you really shot
Is it time to kiss yo ass
Goodbye? Naw there's really not
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
187 with that Wesson and it's letting 'em fly
Aggressive lessons with a weapon that’s
How I'm letting 'em die
You wanna soak in gasoline and then
Go step in the fire
You must be smoking ketamine you fiend
I reckon you're high
So I'm 'bout to air this motherfucker out
Come in the house
You're laying there on the fucking couch
Spit on the tip and I put
That bitch in your fucking mouth
Unload the clip until that click
And I'm fucking out this southern devil
Frank Castle-ing these actors with savageness
Black Talons leaving holes in
These bastards it’s cavernous
Wendigo tearing through the flesh
My tactics are ravenous
Red mist out your bitch ass
I swear that it's fabulous
(It's a murder man)
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me
Agh, it's the murder man
Ah, mister murder man, yeah
It's a murder man, it's a murder man
It's a murder man
It's a murder man ugh, ugh
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "Did he make it? Did he
Make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
Full metal jackets hit the floorboard when
I pull up on 'em unload
Can't even see the road from muzzle
Flashes and the gun smoke
They asses shoulda learned though
Don't fuck around with Turncoat
Dirty hand back ashes to your
Mama with no urn hoe
Immortal vandal, I'm a savage with the ammo
Twin eagles in all flannel
Clutch their handles like a camel
Tired of fucking with these mammals
On my last nerve go ahead and light a couple
Candles for this bastard
I'm spilling blood like I was
Kevin with the chili pot
Flame coming out the MAC-11
Yeah that chili hot
Don't look surprised you 'bout to die
Yeah hoe you really shot
Is it time to kiss yo ass
Goodbye? Naw there's really not
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
187 with that Wesson and it's letting 'em fly
Aggressive lessons with a weapon that’s
How I'm letting 'em die
You wanna soak in gasoline and then
Go step in the fire
You must be smoking ketamine you fiend
I reckon you're high
So I'm 'bout to air this motherfucker out
Come in the house
You're laying there on the fucking couch
Spit on the tip and I put
That bitch in your fucking mouth
Unload the clip until that click
And I'm fucking out this southern devil
Frank Castle-ing these actors with savageness
Black Talons leaving holes in
These bastards it’s cavernous
Wendigo tearing through the flesh
My tactics are ravenous
Red mist out your bitch ass
I swear that it's fabulous
(It's a murder man)
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off
I load up and I load off i'm a big stepper
Hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did
He make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up
By eleven ya heard me
Agh, it's the murder man
Ah, mister murder man, yeah
It's a murder man, it's a murder man
It's a murder man