Epod by Bukshot Lyrics
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Down the block (yeah)
Beast on the track (come on)
Been a Juggernaut (that's right)
Don't know how to act (nope)
Beating on my chest, bitch I'm King Kong
Knocking trolls out that's my theme song
That's my music playing, Seven got yo woofers banging
See the moves we making, nevеr stop, we keep it shaking
People wanna takе a bite, well killers like to share (aye)
Sick of hearing how sore losers crying, life ain't fair
Bitch slow yo roll, like a stop sign
It's a no fly zone bitch stop flying
Rappers talking like they hard, stop lying
Steady trying to sell your story that I'm not buying
My mom and daddy died, I hit the street and made it work (that's right)
Got my shit together with The M.O.B. and went berserk (come on)
Never gave a shit about the feelings that I hurt
Fuck these other people hating on the skull that's on my shirt
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
[Bridge 1: Bukshot & Hurraseason]
Skinny jeans, sissyfied rappers, (I don't fuck with you)
Even if they dope it doesn't matter, (I don't fuck with you)
Pull that slugger out and watch 'em scatter, (I don't fuck with you)
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Cause I got dope beats
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Watch me play these haters quicker than a fiddle can (that's right)
Big Sasquatch hoe and a little man, (yeah bitch)
Hit the D on Halloween but missed the riddle band (get 'em)
Knock this pussy out myself, don't need no middle-man (come on)
Put my hands on your face and watch me renovate (aye)
Go to sleep, when you wake up I'm on the interstate (aye)
Attitude's are turning sour like some lemonade
Never tempt a wolf by putting beef out on his dinner plate (aye)
On some Meegan shit, grab a bat and eat a bitch
In the flesh meet the Grinch
Take this shit and plead the fifth
Truth is sinking in, you're dealing with a lunatic
I'm like a stick of dynamite, the fuse is getting lit
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
[Bridge 2: Bukshot & Hurraseason]
Knock a bully out for talking chatter (I don't fuck with you)
Let these pussies know I bring it badder (I don't fuck with you)
Fuck what haters say, it doesn't matter (I don't fuck with you)
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Cause I got dope beats
[Ve rse 3: Bukshot]
I'm in yo hood hoe (yeah)
What you scared for? (well)
Talking cash shit but you don't look prepared though (hell no)
Looking like you're at a seance and you saw a ghost (aye)
Raise a weapon in the air, let's propose a toast
Bring calamity to all these bitches mad at me
Weird as Final Fantasy, bodies dropping randomly
Smile candidly, monster but a handsome beast
Sitting at a table with some killers like a Manson feast
It's no wonder that your skin I'm crawling under
The lightning and the thunder hit you hard, here comes The Hunter
Your team has lost the will to play, their courage cost us under
You lost too many yards, no other choice but bring your punter
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Down the block (yeah)
Beast on the track (come on)
Been a Juggernaut (that's right)
Don't know how to act (nope)
Beating on my chest, bitch I'm King Kong
Knocking trolls out that's my theme song
That's my music playing, Seven got yo woofers banging
See the moves we making, nevеr stop, we keep it shaking
People wanna takе a bite, well killers like to share (aye)
Sick of hearing how sore losers crying, life ain't fair
Bitch slow yo roll, like a stop sign
It's a no fly zone bitch stop flying
Rappers talking like they hard, stop lying
Steady trying to sell your story that I'm not buying
My mom and daddy died, I hit the street and made it work (that's right)
Got my shit together with The M.O.B. and went berserk (come on)
Never gave a shit about the feelings that I hurt
Fuck these other people hating on the skull that's on my shirt
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
[Bridge 1: Bukshot & Hurraseason]
Skinny jeans, sissyfied rappers, (I don't fuck with you)
Even if they dope it doesn't matter, (I don't fuck with you)
Pull that slugger out and watch 'em scatter, (I don't fuck with you)
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Cause I got dope beats
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Watch me play these haters quicker than a fiddle can (that's right)
Big Sasquatch hoe and a little man, (yeah bitch)
Hit the D on Halloween but missed the riddle band (get 'em)
Knock this pussy out myself, don't need no middle-man (come on)
Put my hands on your face and watch me renovate (aye)
Go to sleep, when you wake up I'm on the interstate (aye)
Attitude's are turning sour like some lemonade
Never tempt a wolf by putting beef out on his dinner plate (aye)
On some Meegan shit, grab a bat and eat a bitch
In the flesh meet the Grinch
Take this shit and plead the fifth
Truth is sinking in, you're dealing with a lunatic
I'm like a stick of dynamite, the fuse is getting lit
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
[Bridge 2: Bukshot & Hurraseason]
Knock a bully out for talking chatter (I don't fuck with you)
Let these pussies know I bring it badder (I don't fuck with you)
Fuck what haters say, it doesn't matter (I don't fuck with you)
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Naw, I don't fuck with you
Cause I got dope beats
[Ve rse 3: Bukshot]
I'm in yo hood hoe (yeah)
What you scared for? (well)
Talking cash shit but you don't look prepared though (hell no)
Looking like you're at a seance and you saw a ghost (aye)
Raise a weapon in the air, let's propose a toast
Bring calamity to all these bitches mad at me
Weird as Final Fantasy, bodies dropping randomly
Smile candidly, monster but a handsome beast
Sitting at a table with some killers like a Manson feast
It's no wonder that your skin I'm crawling under
The lightning and the thunder hit you hard, here comes The Hunter
Your team has lost the will to play, their courage cost us under
You lost too many yards, no other choice but bring your punter
[Chorus: Hurraseason]
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats
I got dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Dope-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
Do-do-dope beats, dope beats and dope rhymes
For-for-for-forty on my hip all chrome like four dimes
I got dope beats