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kool-aid - bukshot lyrics

[intro: damien quinn]
november eighteenth, nineteen*seventy eight
cult leader jim jones led nine*hundred and eighteen of his followers to their death (death)
he convinced ’em to drink a concoction, mixed of grape kool*aid and cyanide poisoning (poisoning)
in two*thousand sixteen, i say we do it all again
yeah

[verse 1: bukshot]
i’m off that kool*aid
off that wicked sh*t
come talk with me
you think it’s safe to step in my shoes and come walk with me
everybody know i pack a machete on my side, i’m ready
both of my palms are sweaty, blade is sharp i swing it stеady (swing swing)
then it go chop
on all these rappеrs that try to go pop
now they’re saying, b*tch stop
when i catch you on the block yo head gon’ drop
i’m off that jim jones, i’m off that charlie manson
that helter skelter sh*t i’m drinking on has got me dancin’
(uhhhhh)
let me introduce you to my dark half
yes the pun’s intended, time to drink to start the bloodbath
everybody down with the wicked sh*t
take another sip of the kool*aid with me
welcome to the darkness, everybody’s targets
want a piece of this, come get me
[bridge: bukshot]
everybody wanna go to heaven, but n0body was dead
hit ’em with the mac*11 right upside their f*cking head
everybody wanna get paid, but n0body wants to grind
hit ’em in the face with a blade now watch me lose my f*cking mind

[chorus: twisted insane]
we on this wicked sh*t, and if you ain’t dying with it
then come take a hit of the kool*aid we sipping on to be a part of it
there ain’t nowhere to run and i will pull the gun and murder all this sh*t
k!lling you b*tches and half of you snitches, wait for you to fall and sh*t
they told me it was just a phase (phase)
but i wanna shoot you in the face (face)
then drop you chopping off your legs (legs)
here we go another murder case (case)
i love the way your kidney taste when i’m chewing on your bosom, it was yo fate
tell me that you wanna come and play, if you really wanna step into the wicked, come and get it, take a sip of this kool*aid

[verse 2: bukshot]
assimilation got me talking with myself
i got a demon on my shoulder and some kool*aid on my shelf (yeah)
i got a need to wear no weapon on my belt
my temper’s like a microwave and sh*t’s about to melt (y*y*y*yeah)
my fangs are red and dripping
that venom and i’m tripping
catch ’em on the block they slipping, from down south to the murder*mitten
i’ll put that poison in ’em, taste that punch a zombie bit in
matter of fact i’m healing, murderous better check on yo children
i’m on some crunk sh*t
rest in peace my homie geno
rep that m.o.b. b*tch
clip is empty, ’bout to reload
let ’em all know that i’m coming with death and the wicked sh*t i can relate
kool*aid i sip it up
bodybags zip ’em up
ripping these b*tches straight out of the gate
[bridge: bukshot]
everybody wanna go to heaven, but n0body was dead
hit ’em with the mac*11 right upside their f*cking head
everybody wanna get paid, but n0body wants to grind
hit ’em in the face with a blade now watch me lose my f*cking mind

[verse 3: damien quinn]
that cult need a swinger
cut everybody parts up in my freezer
next to your mothers severed head, you wanna greet her?
you could say hi right before we eat her
beat into a bl**dy pulp, cause no one ever leaves this cult
what is the result?
you convulsing on the asphalt
yo body is rejoicing from cyanide poisoning
your soul is now ascending as my kool*aid is coursing, through your veins
it’s insane how demons sing and then they drain
yo life expectancy my recipe will let you rest in peace
jonestown, ’78
it’s yo fate, i’ll make you great
cult sh*t, we’ll eat off the same plate
let’s escape this world of hate
this culture is a sculpture, on how you vision earth
death is not a fearful thing, it’s living that’s cursed
[outro]
ahh!
ahh!
ahh!
ahh!

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