Turbulence

[Intro]
Here we go!

[Verse 1: Boogie]
I'm that fat boy you really don't wanna fuck with
Wrap your ass in duct tape, stuff you in the trunk, bitch
Call the wolf up from the mob and make you disappear quick
Flip a coin up in the air, I'm on my Javier shit (Javier shit)
I am a killer so please push me, my trigger finger's itchin'
For a kill and Lucille is lookin' a little thirsty
This ain't a game, we on some mob shit
Fuck with the squad and you'll get treated as the opps, bitch
It's MOB and I ain't goin' out like that
It's Bukshot and The Squad, mob gang and that's a fact
Hollow tips for my victims 'cause you know this monster strapped
Talkin' shit 'bout my family, homie, that ass ain't comin' back
My W.C.W. ain't no trick, it's an AK-47 suppressed with a 30-round banana clip
And that's a trip, you honestly thought your shit would go legit?
The smallest dude in my crew will smoke that ass with a pistol grip, motherfucker

[Chorus: Str8jaket & BZO]
Tales of the formidable, undying, incredible Mob
Feel the rumble of the war drum, here they come now
Lock your doors, say your prayers, we are walkin' nightmares
Bukshot & The Squad causin' turbulence

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
What it do? Comin' through, it's The Mob, killer crew
Act a fool with The Lunes, better stop, grab my tool
It's a monkey wrench, rock it and give a twist
Watch how fast your head decapitate, sucker, make a wish
'Bout to blow your candles out, look at how I handle clout
Catch 'em slippin' at a local show, we'll smack 'em out
Better mind your business when I'm in this
Buk Norris vicious, make you sleep with fishes
Bona fide, stomp your face, make your momma cry
My word is gold, never bluff, no, I never lie (No, I never lie)
Block monster, take all your cookies
Eat 'em in front of you, blame it on Boogie
I don't like spiders, replace 'em with riders
Don't like my choice, get your boys and come fight us
You don't wanna see me, boy, you wear blinders
You're a fool if you think I'll put this shit behind us

[Chorus: Str8jaket & BZO]
Tales of the formidable, undying, incredible Mob
Feel the rumble of the war drum, here they come now
Lock your doors, say your prayers, we are walkin' nightmares
Bukshot & The Squad

[Verse 3: Str8jaket & BZO]
Can you feel it when the ground starts to shake?
The march of The Mob in the distance, you can hear the drums bang
Beware the killers in the mist right in front of you, pistol whip just to punish you
Call me Killer Mike, I'll make you Run The Jewels, hunt if you
Fuckin' with the wrong ones, crackin' heads like home runs
Crazy with the babble 'til the heat comes, almost feels demonic
Supersonic with the J.J. Fad, super mag
Empty that all 'cause my success got you stupid mad, fuck 'em
I'm bringin' damage to all the vermin
My main concern is you squirmin' in the furnace
I burn this one blunt for the squad puttin' pressure
On you like a tourniquet, Mobstyle Music tournament
You heard of it, I know you have, you're probably somewhere searchin' it
I'm reserving a seat for you inside the hearse you get
The worst of it, a perfect fit, of course the best is yet to come
Blow a fuckin' hole up in your chest and read the rest of some

[Chorus: Str8jaket & BZO]
Tales of the formidable, undying, incredible Mob
Feel the rumble of the war drum, here they come now
Lock your doors, say your prayers, we are walkin' nightmares
Bukshot & The Squad causin' turbulence