Bushmaster Music ft Vinnie Paz Lateb (Prod by Stu Bangas)
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 Madrigal uncut raw shit To put his motherfucking body in the morgue shit
[Verse 2]
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 told to terrorize rappers and torture the beats
[Interlude]
They got Uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives, they got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours.
[Verse 3]
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 ? 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