Fuck Em All by Bukshot Lyrics
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Sit back, bodies go kaboom when the wrist clap
Flick the trigger finger, you gon' need a stim pack
I'm not full of shit, check me when I spit facts
C4 make 'em fly like a jetpack
Let's be crystal clear 'fore you enter here
Better take the exit ramp before you interfere
It gets weird when my demons start to steer
You're in disarray watch your people disappear
Heard your comments said you wasn't into me
You got your fans fooled, bitch, that don't mean shit to me
Ancient homie, you hardly know me
Career is dying slowly, know that I'm your enemy
We got shooters that'll strike like barracuda
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up just like Luda
Think you better boot up, grab yo shit and suit up
Splash 'em with that Bukslap, Superfly Snuka
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
[Verse 2: Boondox]
Assuming y'all the shit be falling down up on your knees
Praying and thinking Jesus that I got these mouths to feed
'Cause the only reason you still breathing is my progeny
But it don't mean you won't be needing a colostomy
'Cause honestly this shit is getting harder to ignore
Some things just gotta be but now it's to the point she gon' explode
Don't need apologies, we past the point to ever letting go
I grip mahogany that's on my 44 and let it blow
On these hoes like a money shot
It's in a mass on yo ass and make it bunny hop
You dumb enough to test a heathen 'cause your buddy not
The only legacy you're leavin' is a bloody spot
And in the end the other one on the Bible
I swear to God and this is vital to survival
Don't think I won't park on your block armed with a rifle
Pop off a shot at five o'clock and stop your vitals
You must be suicidal
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Sit back, bodies go kaboom when the wrist clap
Flick the trigger finger, you gon' need a stim pack
I'm not full of shit, check me when I spit facts
C4 make 'em fly like a jetpack
Let's be crystal clear 'fore you enter here
Better take the exit ramp before you interfere
It gets weird when my demons start to steer
You're in disarray watch your people disappear
Heard your comments said you wasn't into me
You got your fans fooled, bitch, that don't mean shit to me
Ancient homie, you hardly know me
Career is dying slowly, know that I'm your enemy
We got shooters that'll strike like barracuda
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up just like Luda
Think you better boot up, grab yo shit and suit up
Splash 'em with that Bukslap, Superfly Snuka
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
[Verse 2: Boondox]
Assuming y'all the shit be falling down up on your knees
Praying and thinking Jesus that I got these mouths to feed
'Cause the only reason you still breathing is my progeny
But it don't mean you won't be needing a colostomy
'Cause honestly this shit is getting harder to ignore
Some things just gotta be but now it's to the point she gon' explode
Don't need apologies, we past the point to ever letting go
I grip mahogany that's on my 44 and let it blow
On these hoes like a money shot
It's in a mass on yo ass and make it bunny hop
You dumb enough to test a heathen 'cause your buddy not
The only legacy you're leavin' is a bloody spot
And in the end the other one on the Bible
I swear to God and this is vital to survival
Don't think I won't park on your block armed with a rifle
Pop off a shot at five o'clock and stop your vitals
You must be suicidal
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha! Fuck 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! Fuck 'em all!