Boondox, Bukshot, Turncoat Dirty - Overdrive lyrics
[Boondox, Bukshot, Turncoat Dirty - Overdrive lyrics]
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Is anyone there? Please check your on-board
Systems, we have live movement i repeat
The subjects are alive and moving
How do you want us to proceed with the
Overdrive protocol? Over
Hell's Kitchen in this thing
Watch me knock a bitch out
Ain't no stopping this mob shit apocalypse
Light 'em up, me and Dirty spitting hot sauce
44 shells, buckshots and rock salt
'Bout to pop off, Weirdo and a Heathen
Haters talking shit to us
Wouldn't wanna be them rappers sick of us
Choke 'em out like cretins
Sleep 'em like an Incubus
Leave 'em in the deep end
Woah, woah That's what I'm talking 'bout
Oh, no Ride up with them choppers out
What up tho? Juggalos with some flamethrowers
Shut up hoe
'bout to blow and this is game over
We're shifting gears into overdrive yeah
Hell's Kitchen in this bitch
And you've been notified yeah
It's the rise of the machines
Hit the override yeah
No more puppets on a string
We've been mobilized yeah
See that Turn-Dead face on the tractor?
(woah)
It's already too late better back up (woah)
Turn the demons loose and they're
'bout to act up (woah) raising hell
Goons hanging out the MACK truck (yeah)
Sir we're losing pressure, recalibrating over
Systems are back online
Establishing gravity prepare
For impact! Shields enabled, assessing the
Damage report, target is established
Wait for my mark
G-g-g-got the HK
Hit ‘em with the double-drum
And I'm 'bout to turn
Somebody's liver into bubblegum
When you see that belt coming out
Oh you in trouble son
Shit I already lost count
But there's another one
They call me Heathen speak in
Forked tongues I'm a reptile
Making holy ghosts feel their
Spirit's with projectiles
Unexplained phenomenon like something
From The X-Files
From another planet on the run, I'm in exile
Turn Dead, got it carved into the bump stock
In a big rig and now
We're taking over truck stops
Open up the trailer and I'm
Turning loose with Bukshot
Why we coming here to take it
Over? Why the fuck not?
We're shifting gears into overdrive yeah
Hell's Kitchen in this bitch
And you've been notified yeah
It's the rise of the machines
Hit the override yeah
No more puppets on a string
We've been mobilized yeah
See that Turn-Dead face on the tractor?
(woah)
It's already too late better back up (woah)
Turn the demons loose and they're
'bout to act up (woah)
Raising hell, goons hanging out the MAC truck
(yeah)
Is anyone there? Please check your on-board
Systems, we have live movement i repeat
The subjects are alive and moving
How do you want us to proceed with the
Overdrive protocol? Over
Hell's Kitchen in this thing
Watch me knock a bitch out
Ain't no stopping this mob shit apocalypse
Light 'em up, me and Dirty spitting hot sauce
44 shells, buckshots and rock salt
'Bout to pop off, Weirdo and a Heathen
Haters talking shit to us
Wouldn't wanna be them rappers sick of us
Choke 'em out like cretins
Sleep 'em like an Incubus
Leave 'em in the deep end
Woah, woah That's what I'm talking 'bout
Oh, no Ride up with them choppers out
What up tho? Juggalos with some flamethrowers
Shut up hoe
'bout to blow and this is game over
We're shifting gears into overdrive yeah
Hell's Kitchen in this bitch
And you've been notified yeah
It's the rise of the machines
Hit the override yeah
No more puppets on a string
We've been mobilized yeah
See that Turn-Dead face on the tractor?
(woah)
It's already too late better back up (woah)
Turn the demons loose and they're
'bout to act up (woah) raising hell
Goons hanging out the MACK truck (yeah)
Sir we're losing pressure, recalibrating over
Systems are back online
Establishing gravity prepare
For impact! Shields enabled, assessing the
Damage report, target is established
Wait for my mark
G-g-g-got the HK
Hit ‘em with the double-drum
And I'm 'bout to turn
Somebody's liver into bubblegum
When you see that belt coming out
Oh you in trouble son
Shit I already lost count
But there's another one
They call me Heathen speak in
Forked tongues I'm a reptile
Making holy ghosts feel their
Spirit's with projectiles
Unexplained phenomenon like something
From The X-Files
From another planet on the run, I'm in exile
Turn Dead, got it carved into the bump stock
In a big rig and now
We're taking over truck stops
Open up the trailer and I'm
Turning loose with Bukshot
Why we coming here to take it
Over? Why the fuck not?
We're shifting gears into overdrive yeah
Hell's Kitchen in this bitch
And you've been notified yeah
It's the rise of the machines
Hit the override yeah
No more puppets on a string
We've been mobilized yeah
See that Turn-Dead face on the tractor?
(woah)
It's already too late better back up (woah)
Turn the demons loose and they're
'bout to act up (woah)
Raising hell, goons hanging out the MAC truck
(yeah)