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The Butcher by Bukshot Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro]
Dr. Melfi: What line of work are you in?
Tony Soprano: Waste management consulting
Elmer Fudd: Be very very quiet, I'm hunting wabbits

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Helter Skelter's back in this
Murder tools packing shit
Steady aim accurate
All that yapping, smack a bitch
I'm in the butcher shop
Always in my butcher shop
Sticking with the protocol
Body parts are getting chopped
Going Charlie Sheen, heart is pumping tiger blood
They don't call me Buk for nothing, hunting skills like Elmer Fudd (hahahaha)
I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I'm foaming at the mouth, maniacal and rabid
People hate on me, guess that's where their mental's at
Eatеn up by jealousy
1-2-3 Bukslap
Used to show some mеrcy, now I'm on some fuck that
Cleaver through yo noggin, I promise you won't come back
[Bridge: Bukshot]
I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I-I-I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I-I-I

[Chorus: Bukshot]
The man slayed on (on)
For honestly no reason
His marble's all gone (gone)
Chopped 'em up in pieces
This man (man) will slaughter (slaughter)
They call 'em (call 'em) the butcher (the butcher)
The plan (plan) big dollars (dollars)
He'll chop 'em he's the butcher (the butcher)

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Do you really think I'll sit here with my arms crossed?
Put disrespect to me, I'm the fucking M.O.B. boss
Beat a trap star, call me Nemesis
Driving in a black car, searching for your residence
Got my butchers, they renowned in the splatter-dome
Darth Vader, Grim Reaper, bitch I'm tatted up (tatted up)
Locs on my face (yeah), you can't see my blues
No machete dropping fresh blood on my tennis shoes (come on)
See me on the block, advise you not to follow me
Dealing with the man who wishes every day was Halloween
They try to figure me out, but they don't have a clue
So watch me as I react and 'bout to act a fool
[Bridge: Bukshot]
I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I-I-I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I-I-I

[Chorus: Bukshot]
The man slayed on (on)
For honestly no reason
His marble's all gone (gone)
Chopped 'em up in pieces
This man (man) will slaughter (slaughter)
They call 'em (call 'em) the butcher (the butcher)
The plan (plan) big dollars (dollars)
He'll chop 'em he's the butcher (the butcher)

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Machete on my waste (on my waste)
I ain't new to this
Half these rappers fake (yeah they fake)
Like a Judas kiss
Hate no loyalty when half the dawgs up in the yard
Might get a piece of me but not without a couple scars (come on)
I'm a mix of Tarantino and Romero
This rumor shit ain't fiction I keep killers on my payroll (yeah)
And I know that you know I knock 'em out like Bludo
Like Kylo, my ego's like Godzilla round a M.U.T.O
Hit you with the terror, tonight I'll watch your hoe break
Wrap this Seven track around yo head, I like to choke snakes
And when I'm done, I know just where to put ya
The creeper, the weirdo, the creature, I'm the butcher
[Bridge: Bukshot]
I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I-I-I see a wabbit
I'm off to kill a wabbit
I-I-I

[Chorus: Bukshot]
The man slayed on (on)
For honestly no reason
His marble's all gone (gone)
Chopped 'em up in pieces
This man (man) will slaughter (slaughter)
They call 'em (call 'em) the butcher (the butcher)
The plan (plan) big dollars (dollars)
He'll chop 'em he's the butcher (the butcher)