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predator - bukshot lyrics

[intro]
smart animals adapt quickly when a new predator’s introduced into their environment
you mean us. (you mean us)
the most dangerous predator of all. (of all)

[verse 1: bukshot & crucifix]
you f*cking p*ssies claiming horrorcore but you not scary
i’ll hit yo block, we talking door*to*door b*tch don’t you dare me
i see right through you people, most of y’all are ordinary
you’d probably sh*t yourself, have you ever set foot in a mortuary? (mortuary)
coming out the f*cking morgue with a bl**dy corpse
jacket on the floor black hole with the sign on
you’ll be sorry every hater that be talking ’bout me come and get it
go and take a pic with your iphone
eyes gone, bust it right in their eyes
let it be a lesson to these hypocrites that criticize
thinking you ain’t gon’ be touched like i’m out at lunch
you could get f*cked up quicker than the critter flies (critter flies)
take them to war, like scum i’m dripped in gore
fakers wanna know what i’m tripping for
winning, pop my clip in, score
you don’t wanna see me step through that door
witness evil seeping through my pores
lost my thoughts but i’m locked on yours
no black*box and i’m knocked off course (off course)
and i’ma come right back like nighttime, but ain’t no coming back in my right mind
murder running in my veins like a pipeline
you could be the body on the news that they can’t find
nothing left but a finger in a mason jar sitting at the top of a attic as a memoir
chop it all off, put it in a box and write on the top, “another decoration for the boondox”
[bridge: crucifix]
looking into my face (face)
something out of its place
slipping into this state (state)
screaming out like i’m going insane
praying over my prey (prey)
blood all over my face
two of me in this brain (brain)
talking to myself like i’m going insane

[chorus: crucifix]
i’m a predator, always two steps ahead of ya
a black ski*mask, atlanta gloves
with a l*st for the guts and the smell of blood (ahaha)
i’m a predator, i k!ll it with the action beat and a gun
a gift for them opened the bl**dy get ruined it can be a part of it that got me standing in your front door looking for the next

[verse 2: bukshot & crucifix]
got the devil on my shoulder, nuts like a boulder
spit like a cobra (uh huh)
real deal, no poser
i’ma go postal, cut ’em up and fold ya (uh huh)
bring it raw like i’m supposed to, got your picture on a missing poster
alter ego’s taking over, upside down, rollercoaster
so we’re going up and down and going up again
like motherf*cker i don’t ever wanna k!ll again
put the pistol to my head cause i’m better off dead in the bed with the shovel in the shed
i can barely keep my head straight
every time i do i see another dead face
coming back in my dream but i never seen any f*cking thing that i fiend so much as a (grown man screaming)
heart in my cloak and gloves (gloves)
and i show no love
face down squirming, now they choke in mud
i wanna see ’em all soaked in blood (blood)
co*co*co*coming with the axe, your gorehop
put a spell on they ass, i’ma warlock
put the clip in, grill ’em like a pork*chop
think i won’t show up? door knock
you ain’t even gotta open i’ma kick it in
put the blade to your gut while i stick it in, real slow so you know while i’m slipping in it’s gon’ be the end of this world that you’re living in
take a second, just breathe, let the pain pass
slip into death like a warm path
free your soul
start watching through your pores as your face goes cold and your soul to the aftermath
[bridge: crucifix]
looking into my face (face)
something out of its place
slipping into this state (state)
screaming out like i’m going insane
praying over my prey (prey)
blood all over my face
two of me in this brain (brain)
talking to myself like i’m going insane

[verse 3: bukshot & crucifix]
no leash and i bite quick, choke ’em like vader
making snuff fl!cks on the iphone (iphone)
hit ’em with my icepick, cut ’em with the razor
make ’em bleed out then die slow (die slow)
talking blood, what you know about a chainsaw? (chainsaw)
paint another piece like van gogh
blood red we can do it by endo
put it up next to they picture on a mantel with a candle
what you know about a sawed off, on halloween getting hauled off
got a label full of k!llers and we all raw, pulled ’em out the trunk and let the bodies out and mauled draw
but why mordor? we could use a saw*saw
cut ’em up in little bitty pieces let ’em all fall
back down to the dust where they came from
i dare somebody some
best believe i got a
mind full of sick thoughts
meet frankenstein when he’s p*ssed off
hit ’em red on a dime better get lost
leave ’em wet every time and then i kick rocks
go get some motherf*ckers with me on street sh*t
so flat give us with the state while we creep sh*t
throw ’em in the river with a block on they feet sh*t
what you think, buk let ’em in on a secret?
are you stupid just doing math
there’s not two of us on this track
my conscience been ripped in half
schitzophreniac aftermath
it’s buk, it’s me, and now he’s buk
two minds, one k!ller and i still don’t give a f*ck
better lock yo doors and double*check
cause now you know the truth
you could be next
[outro]
that sound, in your heart. what is it?
murder

- bukshot lyrics

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