Rifle Steady - KnuckleBusted

Trapped in a well, who the fuck is gonna free me
Comin out the burn ride, feelin kinda steamy
Top notch ego, you actin' all dreamy
Lookin' all you want, but you ain't ever gonna be me
KnuckleBusted, punchin' out your lights
If PC didn't matter, I'd be stompin' out that dyke
All opps lined up, ready, swingin' for the fences
You never do wrong, yet, why are you defensive?
I can't go for broke
Yeah, switched up the flow
Get on stage, I ain't blow
My life was a damn joke
Smokin' so much, gotta lump in my throat
Cruisin' down my own path, yeah in my own boat
Drop a couple tabs, but my mind is a lightweight
Molten like the curtain, shut the world out with my tight shades
Terminally chill, cause I'm learnin' when I kill
Crime on the tv, stereo to pills
We have Breaking News
Our newest reporter from FINK ACTION NEWS
Is live at the crime scene
Jeremy, what's it lookin' like out there?
Packing up the bags, pull the gun out when I needed to, we
Tracking all the tags, pull the wool over the feed, we need to
Stuff them in the back, hide the bodies and blood fool
Cuff 'em if they're bad, make my mind up for me retool
Everything we have, Betty Boop, black and white
If a bitch needs to die, I can put her in my sights
Never take me off your mind, never taking out the time
If you need me, you can find me, where we make the metal fly
Hatin' on me, every second of the day
We may share the same blood, but I don't care anyway
Talkin down on my name, made me wanna blow my brains out
Out my fuckin skull, while y'all watch me fade out
Judgy little cunts, y'all can suck my fuckin' dick
Straight up, cause we're fam, that doesn't really mean shit
My parents, my siblings, and how live our life
Y'all keep on talkin, while I bloody up this knife
Trapped in a well, who the fuck is gonna free me
Comin out the burn ride, feelin kinda steamy
Top notch ego, you actin' all dreamy
Lookin' all you want, but you ain't ever gonna be me
KnuckleBusted, punchin' out your lights
If PC didn't matter, I'd be stompin' out that dyke
All opps lined up, ready, swingin' for the fences
You never do wrong, yet, why are you defensive?

Written by:
Jake Ready, Tristan Saber

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