Bukshot, Turncoat Dirty - Murder Call lyrics
[Bukshot, Turncoat Dirty - Murder Call lyrics]
Ayo Bukshot
I think it's time to let these motherfuckers
Know how the fuck we roll
(we roll we roll we roll)
Are we talking about, eeny, meeny, miny, moe?
(moe moe moe) bruised catching bullet-holes
(bullet holes bullet holes bullet holes)
No telling 'bout the murder call
Shotgun shells, watch me share 'em
Underground labels won't book me
Cause I scare 'em (haha)
Watch me Bukslap these bitches (what's up)
Make 'em all eat shit, two bitches one cup
(yeah)
I can jack a beat and drive down yo street
(yeah)
Chopper out the window, Wilson Fisk pack heat
(yeah)
Scratch the serial numbers off the gauge
(aye) hell's Kitchen killers roll up on
You and they spray (aye)
No lives matter in this thing
Cause I'm color blind
Show up to your record label
Turn it into Columbine
Walk away motherfucker don't you follow mine
I can put a bullet in yo
Head and make a hollow mind (mind)
Juggernaut falls from the underground
Talking shit to me online
Leave 'em in the gutter now (gutter now)
Got a bullet-proof vest packing two Glocks
(two Glocks) with a trunk full of bodies
Headed to the Boondox (Boondox)
Unintended, haters get offended
Never try to reason with the wicked
We're demented (demented)
Here's a front row ticket to the murder show
(murder show)
The definition of a trigger happy Juggalo
Let's go (let's go)
Ha ha hahahaha (haha)
Are you motherfuckers ready to get
Laid down in this bitch (this bitch)?
Ayo Boondox tell 'em what the fuck it is
(fuck it is)
Journey with me into the mind of a lunatic
Cattle mutilaters stabbing spines
With a crucifix
I'm a heathen and I'm breathing in ethylene
Swinging straight razors
Gone on two grams of ketamine
Pupils dilated having visions of a slaughter
Hate is instigated by collisions
With my father
I ain't gonna stop until there's
Bleeding in the water
Slit my fucking wrists and drop
Another sheet of blotter
K-k-kill a motherfucker cause I'm sick
Of all this garbage cut a shitty rapper
Stick his dick inside his carcass
Nothing really matters cause we
Living in a hellhole
Roaches fucking scatter while we listen
To the bell toll i'm done (done)
Johnny get your gun we in a ring of fire and
We burning one by one
But I ain't going out without
A trophy for the mantelpiece
Raging fucking war on the ones
That couldn't handle peace
AK-47 sending half of y'all to heaven
The rest can go to hell
When I shoot the MAC-11
And I'ma stick around and kick
It with the other crazies
Crumbling up roses while you're
Pushing up daisies
Bitch what the fuck you talking 'bout
(talking 'bout)
This that real serial killer
Murder music shit
Run up in yo fucking house (fucking house)
And if you ain't down with us we put
You underground with the maggots and box
(pop)
Different in the streets, my mirror
Plant it on the inside of your cranium
I'll scare ya
And yo Bukshot homie (What's up?)
It feels like I'm stuck in the
Gut when I'm cutting 'em up
But check the gun plot
We running this shit from roughshod
And the clutched palm’s gripping
The fifth with Bukshot give a fuck
Y'all suckers get blah ba-blah-blah
From the top down looking
Around with guns cocked ride with Dirty
Them bitches ain't heard we
On that murderous of
Vengeance in the midst of the dark
Devils lurk within
Spin pistols, we seditious, I'm calm
One's for you and him
Sammi Curr and backwoods and goals
Then need a moose to kick
The King the Kong swing your trees
A rock falls down upon the ground
With these leaves I watched fall
Froze up and around when I
Dream and launch into
The evening unleashed and I beast and rrraaa
Now the monster's in the building
My coffee hound the Blanka mixed
With Dhalsim I'm a villain
The devil's in the dungeon
The animal of rap in the
Triple of these bunch, shit
Majik Ninja Entertainment in this bitch
(bitch bitch bitch)
With the homie Lo Key (Lo Key Lo Key Lo Key)
Ask yourselves
(ask yourselves, ask yourselves)
Now ask yourselves (ask yourselves)
Do you wanna die? (die)
Do you wanna die? (die)
Said do you wanna die (die) do you wanna agh
Die! (die die die die)
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call killa
I think it's time to let these motherfuckers
Know how the fuck we roll
(we roll we roll we roll)
Are we talking about, eeny, meeny, miny, moe?
(moe moe moe) bruised catching bullet-holes
(bullet holes bullet holes bullet holes)
No telling 'bout the murder call
Shotgun shells, watch me share 'em
Underground labels won't book me
Cause I scare 'em (haha)
Watch me Bukslap these bitches (what's up)
Make 'em all eat shit, two bitches one cup
(yeah)
I can jack a beat and drive down yo street
(yeah)
Chopper out the window, Wilson Fisk pack heat
(yeah)
Scratch the serial numbers off the gauge
(aye) hell's Kitchen killers roll up on
You and they spray (aye)
No lives matter in this thing
Cause I'm color blind
Show up to your record label
Turn it into Columbine
Walk away motherfucker don't you follow mine
I can put a bullet in yo
Head and make a hollow mind (mind)
Juggernaut falls from the underground
Talking shit to me online
Leave 'em in the gutter now (gutter now)
Got a bullet-proof vest packing two Glocks
(two Glocks) with a trunk full of bodies
Headed to the Boondox (Boondox)
Unintended, haters get offended
Never try to reason with the wicked
We're demented (demented)
Here's a front row ticket to the murder show
(murder show)
The definition of a trigger happy Juggalo
Let's go (let's go)
Ha ha hahahaha (haha)
Are you motherfuckers ready to get
Laid down in this bitch (this bitch)?
Ayo Boondox tell 'em what the fuck it is
(fuck it is)
Journey with me into the mind of a lunatic
Cattle mutilaters stabbing spines
With a crucifix
I'm a heathen and I'm breathing in ethylene
Swinging straight razors
Gone on two grams of ketamine
Pupils dilated having visions of a slaughter
Hate is instigated by collisions
With my father
I ain't gonna stop until there's
Bleeding in the water
Slit my fucking wrists and drop
Another sheet of blotter
K-k-kill a motherfucker cause I'm sick
Of all this garbage cut a shitty rapper
Stick his dick inside his carcass
Nothing really matters cause we
Living in a hellhole
Roaches fucking scatter while we listen
To the bell toll i'm done (done)
Johnny get your gun we in a ring of fire and
We burning one by one
But I ain't going out without
A trophy for the mantelpiece
Raging fucking war on the ones
That couldn't handle peace
AK-47 sending half of y'all to heaven
The rest can go to hell
When I shoot the MAC-11
And I'ma stick around and kick
It with the other crazies
Crumbling up roses while you're
Pushing up daisies
Bitch what the fuck you talking 'bout
(talking 'bout)
This that real serial killer
Murder music shit
Run up in yo fucking house (fucking house)
And if you ain't down with us we put
You underground with the maggots and box
(pop)
Different in the streets, my mirror
Plant it on the inside of your cranium
I'll scare ya
And yo Bukshot homie (What's up?)
It feels like I'm stuck in the
Gut when I'm cutting 'em up
But check the gun plot
We running this shit from roughshod
And the clutched palm’s gripping
The fifth with Bukshot give a fuck
Y'all suckers get blah ba-blah-blah
From the top down looking
Around with guns cocked ride with Dirty
Them bitches ain't heard we
On that murderous of
Vengeance in the midst of the dark
Devils lurk within
Spin pistols, we seditious, I'm calm
One's for you and him
Sammi Curr and backwoods and goals
Then need a moose to kick
The King the Kong swing your trees
A rock falls down upon the ground
With these leaves I watched fall
Froze up and around when I
Dream and launch into
The evening unleashed and I beast and rrraaa
Now the monster's in the building
My coffee hound the Blanka mixed
With Dhalsim I'm a villain
The devil's in the dungeon
The animal of rap in the
Triple of these bunch, shit
Majik Ninja Entertainment in this bitch
(bitch bitch bitch)
With the homie Lo Key (Lo Key Lo Key Lo Key)
Ask yourselves
(ask yourselves, ask yourselves)
Now ask yourselves (ask yourselves)
Do you wanna die? (die)
Do you wanna die? (die)
Said do you wanna die (die) do you wanna agh
Die! (die die die die)
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call
Should I kill 'em yeah, we can have a ball
We could kill 'em all hit
'em with the murder call killa