Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bushmaster , by - Stu Bangas. Release date: 02.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bushmaster |
| 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? |
| digger uncut raw shit |
| To put his motherfucking body in the morgue shit |
| Murder the murder the more crime, that’s what I’m about |
| Find these motherfuckers, air em out, I don’t care about |
| Your innocence, don’t be in my vicinity |
| Bullets got no name, I aim at my enemies |
| Empty the clip, pistol-whipping your friends |
| Reload my shit just to kill em again |
| My house of pain, ain’t no way outta here |
| Fuck outta here, catching mad bodies here |
| I got that new shit you bang |
| Screwball wilding out with the Pistol Gang |
| Yeah, ain’t no way of stopping this |
| Don’t be scared, just prepare for the Apocalypse |
| Fuck what you gotta say |
| I’m a predator, y’all motherfuckers is the prey |
| I can do the shit in my sleep |
| I was taught to terrorize rappers and torture the beats |
| They got Uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives, they got access to any |
| kind of weapon they want within 24 hours |
| This is Smash Mouth, might as well I took the MAC out |
| Cut your pretty grill now you got something to rap out |
| Mercenary merciless no stopping if you tap out |
| Take everything like po’s raiding the stash house |
| I’mma break your nose with the poetry of rose |
| Push your blind faith like the fucking rosary you hold |
| Openly I’m bold cause I’ve broken all the laws |
| ? |
| my soul |
| Evil’s all I know,? |
| fiending for control |
| So each second of each day the demon in him grows |
| ? |
| feed him all day? |
| never fold |
| Interrupt him while he’s eating now you bleeding in the fold |
| Gotta know what trouble is the opposite of rubber grip |
| Tied to a chair,? |
| bucket lips |
| You should stop complaining, the muttering and mumbling |
| Cause? |
| cause eternal suffering |