Bullseye - Bobaflex

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Just like that bam!

Bam!

You was out there with a bullseye

On your chest tryin to catch lead

She was out there with a bullseye

On her chest tryin to catch lead

Mtv puttin killers on the screen, children

Dance to a song where murder is the theme

Responsibility!

who’s to blame?

never blame

The labels or the artists heavens

No, no no!

It started in california, so you wanna be a thug?

Yo ugot your gun in your hands and

You’re keepin it real

But john wayne belongs in the movies

Where bullets aren’t real

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Way-yu

Just like that bam!

You was out there with a bullseye

On your chest tryin to catch lead

She was out there with a bullseye

On her chest tryin to catch lead

I don’t know what I’ve been told

Volence turns an album into gold

500,000 sold!

Jay-Z wasn’t talkin about you

Singin about you

You got it all mixed up

The kids are overreacting, so you wanna be a thug?

You got your gun in your hand and you’re

Keepin it real

But john wayne belongs in the movies

Where bullets aren’t real

Suburban children, don’t you know you can

Don’t you know you can die?

You ain’t from the ghetto my friend

Don’t you know you can, don’t you know

You’re so stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous child

You’re so stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous child

I pull the trigga, i pull the trigga trigga trigga

Bang bang i pull the trigga!

Bang bang i pull the trigga!

I won’t cry when you die

I won’t cry, you’re so

Stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous

Way-yu

Way-yu

Just like that bam (2x)

You was out there with a bullseye on your

Chest chest, catch lead

Chest chest, catch lead