Killa Kama - Buzzshock

Melancholholic
Was goddamn faceplant
Kick the homie
Get his ass running on the racetrack
Now I'm back to spread the news
I finally took down the noose
I've returned to fuck it up
So bust the lock and set me loose
Killa Kama, whats your drama
If you want tea, go ask your mama little prick, it's just a bit
But I'm on shit you'd hide from coppers
I don't even want a little bitty
Of your pity man
I'm a little off the wall call me mini-van
I'm a little burnt but
Seasoned like a hashbrown
You only lift me higher so
Don't try to pull me back down
Poppin shots and re-load
Stir shit up like miso
Think I might be burning up
I'm spicy like chorizo
Crawling out the lake with my machete here to swing again
Thought id give you all a break
Don't have to hear me sing again
There's only so much horror in the world that I can withstand
You're a gross dirty mother fucker
Call you Chris Chan

One hand
I'm an artiste
On the other tho
I'm an autie
You're chump change
I'm big money
I'm an Xbox
You're a Vic 20

Kama you're back
Kama, you're wack
Everybody get on the attack
I got my homies all blasting my bangers, and that's not a flex
That's the facts
Don't even try to compare us
It will only leave you sorry
I'm a cherry-red Ferrari
You're more ET for Atari
I don't mind the rainfall
Dancing in the downpour
I am top tier while
You're sleeping on the ground floor
I got people lining up
As if I were a bus stop
Little manic in the static
I call that a Buzzshock
Bungee jump without the harness
Call me Cletus, causing carnage
Killing every single bar and
Verse so don't say that I'm harmless
Imma greasy little bastard
Slicker than petroleum
Fucking rock your shit
And leave you flat on the linoleum
Dug me up disturb my grave
You begged to bring this Killa back
Shoot me stab me fuck me up
But my soul is still intact
Pats on backs and 'Way to go's every time I drop the beat
Haters are like Dan Schneider
Only wanna see defeat

One thing
And one more
You're a clearance rack
At the dollar store
You want me gone
Bitch I'm on it
I'm break-neck
I'm supersonic

Get a little bit of viddles
And I'm fucking up the middle
In every single shot, Uh
Meddle in the treble
Put the pedal to the metal
I'm loading up my shotgun
Under pressure
Stomach churn
Tell me now
What we learn
Eternal flame
I always burn
So brace yourself
When I return

Written by:
Killa Kama

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