Hell’s Kitchen (Remix)

[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 graveyard
Black chucks, tattoos, and some blade scars
Duffel bag full of scraps and some 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]
3:36 sext text her 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
4. rip through the vest
Naw this is not a test, this a real-world scenario
Surrounded by the sound of villains killing you a stereo
Blindfold a mothafucka, 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

[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 3: Lyte]
Snatch 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 wet your dreams
Rapping Moss off giving no fucks
Give and leave ripping up yo 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"
Sewn up, who know that fuckboy he can't jump in
I'll puncture this punks skin and carve 'em 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's 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