Bukshot, CRUCIFIX, Delusional, Krayzie Bone - Slum Life lyrics

Show 'em how it's done like a kamikaze
Bodies  in the trunk of
My homie Villies Maserati
Evidence  we got 'em (got 'em)
Pictures like the paparazzi never
Met somebody like
Me kinda like a Jewish Nazi
Welcome to the freak show
Delusional  and CRUCIFIX
Juggalos  and Weirdos
I brought Krayzie Bone we ludicrous
Bring them plastic bodybags to dump 'em
In don't let 'em breathe
I  got something for ya looking forward
Till the day we meet
Claiming that you're gangster
Talking all that weaponry
Now your head bashed
Master homie you ain't scared of me
What you fail to realize
I got killers out here in the street
They  not scared to take your family
Out and do it indiscrete
Bitch I'll rep the underground
You can take the industry and shove it up yo
Ass every time someone decides to mention me
Something isn't right
Off in my head I'm talking mentally
Pull my trigger
I predict the murder of the century

T take off and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them burners (load up them burners)
Then burn a path
Put a couple bullets a motherfucker
Leave 'em in a bodybag
I chalk it up to this slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life take it or leave it
But better believe that the shit that I'm
Breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life
(none life)

Better back up off me (off me)
Nigga never go softly boy
I stop your heartbeat
While you all in the streets yelling out
What you finna do to me in
The middle of your speech I'ma sweep
You off your feet to sleep
Fucking with these dubs
Keep thinking y'all don't bleed blood
And I'ma make you a believer, pop-pop
Would you receive a
A motherfucking bullet from
A automatic pistol? Hit you, him to
And all of the rest of them
Niggas that you got with ya
I'm collective in crime
But surprise nigga, I get live
Jumping up outta that buggy dumping
I'm finna
Show these niggas a little something
Repping shit but thug life
Nigga don't test mine, tryna run mine
Built like my mother, niggas say "ball"
(ball) we show 'em the gun line (gun line)
Steppin' in the line of fire
Boy if you want to (what you gon' do?)
And the nigga gon' be on
Yo ass like skunks funk, pew
I grab my dick let my leg swang from my thang
(swang from my thang)
If you's and anybody killing nigga
Let the bullets rain
They'll be pulling my string cause if ya
Ain't you done got into some shit
With the thuggish
(thuggish) , ruggish (ruggish)
Bloody (bloody) murder clique (bloody murder)

T take off and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them burners (load up them burners)
Then burn a path
Put a couple bullets a motherfucker
Leave 'em in a bodybag
I chalk it up to this slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life take it or leave it
But better believe that the shit that I'm
Breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life
(none life)

I don't even live on earth (earth)
I live in a space station (station)
I live this motherfucking life you
Live it in a PlayStation (station)
Delusional with the sawed off
Leatherface and Bukshot
If you can't tell by the names you should
Already know they'll be ready to bust Glocks
But not too close to home
The streets is on fire (fire)
I'll be merking off every bitch every
Hater that try me with the wire (oh shit)
I see a police (police)
But I'm hoping to God that they can't see me
Work under me like I work a nine to five
(five)
Police got me twice, now I'm on my grind
(grind) never shun a motherfucker 'bout the
Enemies and them so-called friends
Cause money's a slut
She'll always fuck you in the end
Ready to merk yo ass, we ready to merk yo ass
Pistol be smoking like burning perp on glass
Roll right fast
Yeah that's what I like to see (see)
A couple of bodies leaking blood
All into the streets (streets)
And no I won't speak
So I ain't the one to talk to
Bodies is fresh like period
Blood on my boxers (ha)

T take off and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them burners (load up them burners)
Then burn a path
Put a couple bullets a motherfucker
Leave 'em in a bodybag
I chalk it up to this slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
(slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life take it or leave it
But better believe that the shit that I'm
Breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life
(none life)