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bukshot - under the pit كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ahh! such a beautiful melody! the composer here is quite upper echelon. but sadly we’ve come to the end of tonight’s entertainment. i must confess, you’ve been quite a partic_p_nt in our exhibition. however, for the final part of this extravaganza, i would like you to journey with me to the underground. it’s not what lies in the pit that is of great importance but what actually lies under the pit. there’s something much deeper at work here. this is the very fabric where all artistry begins. the pressure of the hunt and the k!ll all starts right here

[verse 1: lo key]
hit with you critical slits, no political
sh_t in my raps, i want death to your inner cool
popped all that sh_t down, you drowned in a swimming pool
left with no breath, floating facedown like inner tubes
all of the blood taken out then put into stew
eyes plucked and t__th pulled and hot coals go into you
another one down, homie, you’re so original
cooked like a pig, now it’s under the pit with you

[verse 2: enokh xmortiz]
i’m sick with the pen and my rhythm carry leprosy
the pharmacy keeps me medicated very heavily
my enemies slither on their belly like a centipede
for a single second they’re thinkin’ they’re steps ahead of me
stephen king, i wear the crown here at castle rock
you’re just a junkie in the gutter playin’ pass the rock
hooked on the lines, syllables inside my tackle box
mobstyle turn your air jordans into cinderblocks

[verse 3: cartoon bondurant]
it’s fourth and inches, i’m torturin’ porky b_tches
of course the lord is the witness, i force abortions on christmas
it’s a beautiful day, i’m in the shade tryna get paid up
why do you hate? what about us are you afraid of?
i’m on a mission countin’ days until i’m in my grave
a renegade, my new addiction is the pen and page
my feet on fire, i hit the stage and set that b_tch ablaze
nicolas cage, ghost rider, off the chain spittin’ flames
[verse 4: crossworm]
every last hater in the room’s gonna die
dirtboy blowin’ out my lungs if they cry
crossworm bringin’ a rack of slashes and cuts
find me on the f_ck bus cuttin’ up sl_ts
you had enough of f_ckin’, somethin’ i don’t give
swig of the cyanide got you leakin’ like a sieve
a sharpie in the carotid to make it squirt more
you contorted, it’s morbid to cross dirtcore

[verse 5: nine millz]
it’s the night of the h_llion, talk about me ’cause they nothin’ like me
yeah, that’s right! i’m an alien and you should probably stop the talkin’, your pockets is lighter than helium
and you hit the ceiling when i’m in the building, you all in your feelings
and down in h_ll, i guess you ain’t feelin’ ’em, everybody screamin’ mobstyle (why?)
you know why? there’s a ton of us
finna plug ’em up with a slugger, bruh, if they dumb and they comin’ for uncle buk
it’s nine millz and i’m from new england where the winter’s cold so bundle up
i hit the stage so i thunder up where the moon shine and the sun is up

[verse 6: bzo]
let’s go! we approach like the 13 ghosts
slow motion with the choke, your neckbone left broke
a weirdo! soon you will fear though three lunes in cloaks
the hair stands up on your neck before i jump out the smoke
i’m bzo, reload, c_ck back, please hold
steel bullets through your peephole, a six_feet deep hole
you feel and i’m known to be chill but a k!ller really don’t sweat the pressure
we always underground like buried treasure
[verse 7: illtemper]
doin’ the cabbage patch as i chew on some casket snacks
cadavers get ravaged fast even before the maggots hatch
the aftermath, trash got wastebasket packed
attracts the rats snackin’ at bad fat, lean meats in plastic wrap
got to feed my daughters, i need to cauterize witness eyes
embrace darker side, forensics eat sh_t and die
see, this is my confession, families b_tch and whine
it’s time for earsplittin’ rhymes, want me dead? then get here, get in line

[verse 8: a.z. the fallen]
one, two, three, four, five, and six
a.z. out on the hunt with a knife and grit
i see a pretty windpipe just in time to slit
and hyper fixate on the blood that i’m tryin’ to sip
my mind is split in two like eight, nine or ten sick
and twisted personalities with rhymes to spit
but i am him, the demon from the lightless pit
set loose to usher in the time when all life will end (for real!)

[verse 9: sike sick]
another halloween, still under the pit
pushin’ cheese to the fiends, somethin’ sweet for the tricks
you can’t level up, devil up, sharpen my metal up
box you like pizza, i leave you with several cuts
l after l like our last name, facts
made your female swing both ways like my axe
leave your fate in the fire, see the prophecy through
hb on your head like a church tattoo
[verse 10: camo]
what you know about the other side? jack with the lantern side
ghost among phantoms, slide a scythe through your mother’s side
b_tch never treat me right, tricked her into givin’ life
devils ride like ghost rider off in the night
creepin’ up out of the woods, look at me covered in blood
soaked in a sheet draggin’ it back to the pit underneath
reckon i got old reliable me, it’s okay, we get back here burnin’ together
everlastin’ in these flames, h_llz bellz forever

[verse 11: easer]
yo! we comin’ from under the pit, don’t f_ck with the clique
i know a couple of jits that’ll put a gun to your rib
son of a b_tch, i’m the dopest, they should sell me in ziplocs
you stallions should kick rocks, i’m from h_ll with a big glock
these rappers playin’ possum when i pop up, don’t push back
i’m good at wherever i go, i’m loud like that kush sack
y’all should act accordingly, blessing to be recording me
i scorch the beat, leave the booth looking just like a horror scene

[verse 12: seuss mace]
seuss mace!
turn a motherf_cker into swiss cheese, luger p08 from germany
i get paid to say whatever i want in front of the microphone like ron burgundy
many motherf_ckers have never heard of me but you will learn real quick most certainly
’cause i’m ’bout to be out of the stratosphere ’cause i’m rappin’ near perfectly
when i get militant with the pen it be mad at me ’cause i’m talkin’ about everything that makes it feel uncomfortable
and i don’t wanna beat around the bush, when shove come to push your tears make me feel wonderful
oh yeah, that was that nerve, ain’t it?
however you want me depicted in your picture, paint it, stupid motherf_cker

[verse 13: bukshot]
don’t know what’s into me lately, been bendin’ me
backwards, i’m losin’ my marbles on enemies
rappers offendin’ me, karma’s gaslighting this
warhead that’s stuck in my mental, no fighting it
ego been biting, for so long i’m writing
like black mamba sightings, my riders who’s riding
bring it back now, rewinding, quintessential when rhyming
swing the axe down, the shining, here’s johnny, you dying

- bukshot

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