Hell’s Kitchen

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I'm your nightmare living when you wake up
Do the shit for free, like a pay cut
Dead bodies in my trunk, watch me Horde up
Keep their heads in a chest like a Horcrux
Mr. Wilson Fisk you could call me Buk
Times up, grab my tools, now you're out of luck
Like bloody sex, I'm a horror buff (horror buff)
If we're next-door neighbors then you're sort of fucked
Bet you didn't know our other neighbor's been dead
Sent 'em on a little trip to meet Pinhead
Got my Jason mask and some bloody gloves
Grab my ancient axe, had to cut 'em up
Shit's deep like the holes in the gravеyard
Black Chuck, tattoos, and some blade scars
Duffel bag full of scraps and somе hot metal
Hell's Kitchen's ours, fuck Daredevil

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder
Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me
Murder
Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me

[Verse 2: Turncoat Dirty]
G36, ex texting to meet
Yeah that fifty-five grain knocking bitches off they feet
Frank Castle bring the heat like that symbol on my chest
Double-tap to the skull, four rip through the vest
Naw this is not a test, this a real-world scenario
Surrounded by the sound of villains killing you with stereo
Blindfolded motherfucker, chirps from the Bird Box
Ghost with the shells, no alert till you heard shots
I'm a killa, Mo' Murda be the theme song
A gorilla, yeah you heard this shit on King Kong
Let out the cage Luke I am now your father
Soning all these bastards, turn 'em all into my daughter
I dare the devil, fuck 'em he ain't even on my level
He want a high from catching smoke, yo I got a shovel
Punish anybody, I do not discriminate
Strapped like a pawn shop and ready to eliminate

[Bridge: Bukshot]
As the lays your ass to sleep
Hell's Kitchen gone ride when the shit gets deep
If you should die before ya wake
That's what you get for hanging with snakes

[Verse 3: Lyte]
Smash you pussies on site, killers on standby
Run up in your crib all masked up just like Mankind
Bitch I'm a landmine (woo) so keep stepping
We keep weapons on deck, we’ll wreck what you dweebs repping (Bitch)
Monstar giving no fucks, carefully ripping out your guts
Treat his belly like a deli boy, come and get these cold cuts
Holding both nuts so gruesome make you throw up (ugh)
They talking twenty-five to life (ha), I'm like "so what"
Sure enough, who know that fuckboy he can't jump in
I'll puncture this punk’s skin and carve him like a pumpkin (haha)
Till his face sunk in, looking all deformed (ugh)
You can't be saved and can't be reborn
When your team's swarmed you run from the storm like Fortnite
I devour the beef, and y'all, y'all more the pork type
I be in court like "It something that I didn't do"
And if you testify then you can get it too (ugh)

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder
Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me
Murder
Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me
Murder
Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me
Murder
Let's start a killing spree, Hell's Kitchen tonight, you and me