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lirik lagu these guys – bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
my mental’s a scary place
jason mask is on my face
my machete’s on my waist, razor sharp come get a taste
rob de niro’s kinda heat
my chainsaw got diamond t**th
bodies ’bout to line the street
chopped and bl**dy’s fine with me
talking so much sh*t i make ’em mad, they know my kind’s the worst
delegator, hit and break ’em bad now call me heisenberg
on this helter skelter sh*t, my haters scared to death of me
they can slip away but i’ll catch up with them eventually
never fell asleep with a guilty conscience
see me in a bad dream better walk cautious
in the graveyard running with the monsters
blood on my chucks no walking the galoshes
everybody know we coming with the weird chip
plus a couple loose screws in my gear kit
i’m a walking stick of dynamite and near lit
any second i’m about to blow and you can feel it

[chorus: bukshot]
who the f*ck are these guys dressed in weirdo disguise?
i don’t think they realize, we show up they will die
do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
b*tch you might’ve heard of us but you better stay away from these guys
[verse 2: bizarre]
pop a xanny flowing like a f*cking river (ugh)
hacksaw, chainsaw, i’m a f*cking k!ller
demons in my head, i see ghosts
ten percocets, i’m about to give your dose
i’m michael myers (michael myers)
i’m f*cking jason (f*cking jason)
justin beaver in my f*cking bas*m*nt (hahahaha)
drag queen for halloween
white*black mask i think i’m f*cking scream (scream)
the big scream (scream)
a little louder (agh, louder)
bizarre go off, the white powder (woo)
shoot you with a gun (bow)
stab you with a knife (ugh)
i’m a sick f*ck, this is weirdo for life

[verse 3: fury]
i said (said) grieve (grieve)
conspire while i write this verse
hatred climbs inside my nerves by this blank i’m cursed (cursed)
i get this violent urge to go recite these spiteful words (why?)
if i don’t i know they’ll hate me and my life gets worse
i still sit there, the voices wanna lift me up (yuh)
they play my vocal chords, i’m suffering from asphyxia
i got no heartbeat, i wonder if they’ll miss me yuh
feels like i’m dead but i’m not motherf*ck i wanna k!ll one’s and still i feel i wanna pick me up
a filthy drunk b*tch, rape her then dump bleach in her c*nt
then i’ll shoot her in the face and then flee, gone
that’s what i call a bed bath beyond
k!ll a f*cking judge cause i’m going insane
f*ck him in the ass then i watch the blood drain
making sure that he feels the pain
cut him from his motherf*cking ass to his face
[chorus: bukshot]
who the f*ck are these guys dressed in weirdo disguise?
i don’t think they realize, we show up they will die
do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
b*tch you might’ve heard of us but you better stay away from these guys

- bukshot

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