[Verse 1]
He ain’t trying to be bait tho
Learnt how to troll from listening to Space Ghost
Dip shit
Only if ya say so
Animated late shows
Far from debate shows
Peas from ur cake hole
Some can’t fathom
Legit since the mega drive days of John Madden
Please just believe it they laugh to the bank when u purchase The Secret
Leave it
Let it catch dust like it ought to
A sign that ur mind u ain’t being to thoughtful
Resourceful
Treated like the forfeits corporal
Mere mortals
You can see it in their short falls
They wanna put him in a box
Chopped up a lot
Gotta watch
Non stop
Fox
Always on ur tippy toes though none for slacking
Lurking in the dark for the chance to put the crap in
What’s cracking
Cracking all these heads like an egg head
Leg spread
Up against the wall from a dead leg
He said beg
Beg for ur life like it’s jigsaw
Piss poor contaminated news about in discourse
What the fuck u meant to do though?
Embrace that ur fates full of hate like Subo
Bare neggaz u know
Wanna be the uno
Flashing fake straps in vids it’s all pseudo
Faker than a weave
Get up on a wave
Hit ‘em with the heat
Always misbehave
Talk about homogenous and neggaz always tolerant but plant a seed it’s seen as pure ominous
Get up on a binge
Doesn’t fucking snort
Puts it in his drink
Doesn’t do syringe
Has it on a whim
Popping for the win
Trying to distort
Begging for remorse
Death to us all
Buckit was written by Teef.
Buckit was produced by The Last Skeptik.