Vinnie Paz, Blaq Poet and Lateb - Bushmaster Music

"The fuck you say now!? Huh!? Hey! Huh!?
Bam! bam! bam! Mothafucka I'm strapped!
You don't fuckin' talk now, huh!?"

I got the AR-15, let me hit his head
Heard us running up inside the crib
And then he shit his bed
I ain't trying to hear nothing
Cousin give me bread
The only thing inside the
Duffel bag shrunken heads
That's how motherfucking grimy we are
You don't wanna see how
Motherfucking violent we are
(yeah) Or where the
Motherfucking silencers are
What the Asiatic motherfucking sciences are
I know you saying that this
Motherfucker curse a lot
I'm just trying to balance out the fact
You rock a purse a lot
I heard you suck dick and walk
Around in skirts a lot
Listen to Kanye West, recite his verse a lot
Pazienza I don't rock with that soft shit
We juice crew Hilltop hardcore shit
We got the?? uncut raw shit
To put his motherfucking body
In the morgue shit, yeah

Written by:
UNKNOWN WRITER, VINCENT LUVINER

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