Bukshot
Bukshot & Jamie Madrox & Boondox & The R.O.C. & Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Bukshot
Bukshot & Boondox
Bukshot
Boondox
Bukshot & Twiztid
Mr. Grey
Lex The Hex Master
Bukshot
Bukshot
Bukshot & Alayna Whelan
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Sit back, bodies go kaboom when the wrist clap
Flick the trigger finger, you gon' need a stim pack
I'm not full of shit, check me when I spit facts
C4 make 'em fly like a jetpack
Let's be crystal clear 'fore you enter here
Better take the exit ramp before you interfere
It gets weird when my demons start to steer
You're in disarray, watch your people disappear
Heard your comments said you wasn't into me
You got your fans fooled, bitch, that don't mean shit to me
Ain’t ya homie, you hardly know me
Career is dying slowly, know that I'm your enemy
We got shooters that'll strike like barracuda
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up just like Luda
Think you better boot up, grab yo shit and suit up
Splash 'em with that Bukslap, Superfly Snuka
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
[Verse 2: Boondox]
Some of y'all that should be falling down upon your knees
Praying and thanking Jesus that I got these mouths to feed
'Cause the only reason you still breathing is my progeny
But it don't mean you won't be needing a colostomy
'Cause honestly this shit is getting harder to ignore
Some things just gotta be but now it's to the point shit’s gon' explode
Don't need apologies, we past the point of ever letting go
I grip mahogany that's on my .44 and let it blow
On these hoes like a money shot
It's in a mass on yo ass and make it bunny hop
You dumb enough to test a heathen 'cause your buddy not
The only legacy you're leavin' is a bloody spot
Hand in the air, the other one on a Bible
I swear to God and this is vital to survival
Don't think I won't park on your block armed with a rifle
Pop off a shot at five o'clock and stop your vitals
You must be suicidal
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Fuck ’Em All was produced by Seven.
Bukshot released Fuck ’Em All on Sat Dec 11 2021.