FREDDIE DREDD - Busy lyrics
[FREDDIE DREDD - Busy lyrics]
Slit your throat and then I
Dip, 'cause I ain't
Got time to fuck with shit
Can you hear the voices all up in my head?
All these bustin’ mother fuckas gonna
Wind up fucking dead who the fuck are all
These motherfuckin' bitches?
Gonna wind up in the ditches
Can't you ever fucking see I'm busy, bitch?
'Bout to keep me fucking rich
I'mma say, I'mma do
What the fuck 'ever I want
Just avoid any conversation
Do you get the point?
I’mma kill, I’mma scheme
I'mma pop a fucking bean
Fuckin’ with my fuckin' team
Brightest light you've ever seen
From the barrel, it's apparel
That I wear up on my wrist
Feel the heat straight from the dark abyss
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