Bushmaster - Stu Bangas, Roc Marciano, Vinnie Paz

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?

digger uncut raw shit

To put his motherfucking body in the morgue shit

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 taught to terrorize rappers and torture the beats

They got Uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives, they got access to any

kind of weapon they want within 24 hours

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

Push 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