Lunchbox

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Good evening friends, I'm glad you could join me
For this rare occasion tonight without warning
We've all come together for the same reason
Good music and ain't nobody leaving
Nobody wants to leave without closure, even little kids are fascinated by the cobra
Then you see it and my hand come closer
Curious, just like a human is supposed to
In my hand is a metal little box, an extension of my mind, evil little thoughts
Usually keep it shut, very often never locks
Stick around for a minute, might show you what I got

[Chorus: Bukshot]
My lunchbox
On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness
My lunchbox
Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets
My lunchbox
People wanna know what's inside (inside)
People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox
People wanna know what's inside (inside)
People wanna know what's inside (inside)

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Take my lunchbox everywhere I go
Everyone around me when they see it wants to know
What's inside
There is no light when the moon is right, I think you better go
Reflection's what I am or in the depths of it
What I have, how I got it, other men covet
Strings hanging off my back I'm a rogue puppet
I'ma weirdo in fact and I sure love it
Hit the latch, watch 'em take a deep breath
Pull out a mask, watch 'em shake and sweat
Pull the MAC, spill blood
Get your feet wet, don't ask unless you think you can cheat death

[Chorus: Bukshot]
My lunchbox
On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness
My lunchbox
Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets
My lunchbox
People wanna know what's inside (inside)
People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox
People wanna know what's inside (inside)
People wanna know what's inside (inside)

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Good boys always pack their lunch
Remember boys and girls psychos have to eat too
Might be wrong but I got this hunch
The Hunter's on the prowl with a box full of toys (box full of toys)
You might think that I'm some kind of maniac trapped in a fantasy world like Castlevania
Pulling something out my tool kit raping ya
Metal to the skull, brain-matter out the cranium
Fuck your team bitch, I'm a poor sport
Got some evil on my mind I'm from Mordor
Putting holes in your body like Spongebob
Don't fuck with The Weirdo and his lunchbox

[Chorus: Bukshot]
My lunchbox
On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness
My lunchbox
Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets
My lunchbox
People wanna know what's inside (inside)
People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox
People wanna know what's inside (inside)
People wanna know what's inside (inside)