Yeah, I got the call to execute the skill
Take the ski mask, grab the AK, I’ll
Bukshot
The Descent Lyrics by Bukshot
Vile Mind Lyrics – Bukshot
Vile Mind Lyrics by Bukshot
In a past life I might have been
Frightened by the sight of them
The Horns Lyrics – Bukshot
The Horns Lyrics by Bukshot
I got these horns protruding from my forehead
Another inch grown, that’s a couple “Hmm? Maybe more dead”
Panic Room Lyrics – Bukshot
Panic Room Lyrics by Bukshot
At your door, you better not open up
‘Cause if you do, you’re probably getting opened up
Red Death Lyrics – Bukshot
Red Death Lyrics by Bukshot
My pen ink spells a red death like Edgar Allan Poe
It’s like my flow, it channels ghosts of all the dead and tortured souls
Run Lyrics – Bukshot
Run Lyrics by Bukshot
〈Chorus〉
Run, run, run
Graveyard Shift Lyrics – Bukshot
Graveyard Shift Lyrics by Bukshot
Down with them thugs up across the bridge where the area code is 8-1-2
Straight up anybody killer, strapping the chopper that goes bang
Role Model Lyrics – Bukshot
Role Model Lyrics by Bukshot
Still remember the days I tried to play nice
Being everybody’s friend has a paid price
Midnight Baller Lyrics – Bukshot
Midnight Baller Lyrics by Bukshot
Oh, yeah-ea-ah-ah
Mmm, well, well, well, well
Timber Lyrics – Bukshot
Timber Lyrics by Bukshot
Timber!
Ahhh