Bukshot Shells

[Chorus: Eklypss]
Buckshot shells, buckshot shells all in your dead body
Oh what fun it is to smoke a muthafucka that fucks with me
Buckshot shells, buckshot shells all in your dead body
Oh what fun it is to smoke a muthafucka that fucks with me

[Verse 1: Pit]
Send they ass to the land of the lost
Gotta pay the cost to the host of the holocaust
Yeah, cause I'm dealing em coast to coast
Born in a hearse, cursed to be Doom the most
Since this'll quench your thirst, this ain't no rehearse
Yeah it's time to set example how to jack the jerk
They get hurt, you know a loon'll put in work overtime
Taking double hits, I want stop til I'm satisfied
Homicide after homicide
Them weak muthafuckas cry
Why, energize so step in line
And buy your ticket from the Grim Reaper
Cause tonight I'm the host of the creeper feature, nigga
And I'll be damn if I don't, take your life
As you step into the rim and the mist of forever night
Cause only happy muthafuckas smile
So stop kicking your trash and recycle your style
Here's a hit, when I'm causing apocalypse
For fifteen days the worlds in a total eclipse
No time to hesitate, feel the ground shake
It's doomsday from state to state
It's earthquakes, so take these...

[Chorus: Eklypss]
Buckshot shells, buckshot shells all in your dead body
Oh what fun it is to smoke a muthafucka that fucks with me
Buckshot shells, buckshot shells all in your dead body
Oh what fun it is to smoke a muthafucka that fucks with me
Silent night
Evil night
Eclipse the moon and then soon
Many see many buckshots fly

[Verse 2: Eklypss]
Fuck it
Do or die when the shit fly
The penetration is still makes the tough real, feel
Death coming is back-to-back murder and he bail
Buckshot splittin a shell, yell
Take a nigga that's thinking he hard
Never went to church
Hurt, name praying to God
Lord
Duck niggas I'm aiming
I'm diggy down with the Doom
Moon and be ready to move, prove
That you ain't no punk buster nigga witcho pump
Fear none and watch a nigga try to run
Cause all them punk muthafuckas fled
And now they dead with they dick in the dirt
When I rip em to shreds

[Verse 3: Pit]
What I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do
Introduce yo ass to the Doom
And the buckshots too
A bulletproof won't help
Cause I'm scoping heads
Being chased by the feds
Livin on the edge
Buckin haters dead
First I'm there, then I'm there
Creeping everywhere
And my buckshots ring, smell of buckshots in the air
Putting holes through your body like Mikey Myers
It's Halloween, yeah, a round to the Doom messiah

[Verse 4: Eklypss]
Blow they ass to hell
I'm letting em smell the smoke
Everytime a nigga loc
I'm potent
Load em up in my twelve
A nigga try to run up
He gettin done up
By some goddamned...

[Chorus: Eklypss]
Buckshot shells, buckshot shells all in your dead body
Oh what fun it is to smoke a muthafucka that fucks with me
Buckshot shells, buckshot shells all in your dead body
Oh what fun it is to smoke a muthafucka that fucks with me
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