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bukshot - knock ya head off lyrics

[intro: big dre’]
aye bukshot, big homie man (man)
i hope you know man, you can call me up any time (time)
knock ya head off
i tried to get ’em to change the name of the song to “knock ya f+cking head off b+tch” (b+tch)
hahahaha
i’ll come out there day and night and put in work on these motherf+ckers for you dawg
i got your back, 24/7 all day
(bukshot)

[verse 1: bukshot]
i don’t think i know too many people f+cking with me
you think you got the sh+t it takes homie, then come and get me
i’ll be right here where i’ve always been, i run my city
and that’s why all these other rappers attitudes are sh+tty
my p.o. said no more selling dope and get a job
she told me no more hanging with my homies in the m.o.b
she know my people felons from the country to the hood
but i’m an individual who doesn’t listen good
i hang with honkies and k!llas and axe murderers
i came with goons and hooligans you mighta heard of us
a gang of juggalos, i know they’ll do some dirt with us
i bang with lots of technicians and even crips and bloods
that’s why you’ve got to understand me, my people will f+ck you up in a heartbeat
i’m ticking like a bomb and i’m about to set off
the timer hits zero, i’ma knock his f+cking head off
[pre+chorus: big dre’]
heads rolling on the ground, pick ’em back up so i can knock them back down
humpty dumpty, hit him with the sawed+off
put him back together just to knock his f+cking head off

[chorus: bukshot & big dre’]
disrespect and talking sh+t (knock his f+cking head off)
pull the weapon, temper’s lit (knock his f+cking head off)
any second that you hit (knock his f+cking head off)
i’ma knock ya head off
i’ma knock ya head off

[verse 2: hostile]
i was stumbling, fumbling out of my truck (yeah)
halfway naked and all the way drunk (ugh)
3 a.m. in the middle of the street (hahaha)
screaming obscenities waving my heat (motherf+cker)
whiskey in one hand, gun in other (bow)
looking for a weak+ass punk motherf+cker (come here)
found my victim in a v+dub golf (come here b+tch)
pulled out the driver and knock his head off
get it
knock his head off (yep)
i take his legs off (yep)
hatchet+man k!ller, ah let’s see some red sauce (let’s see it)
blood, brains, bones, veins, agony, lots of pain
add cocaine, i’m half insane
i’ma take your roof off, hurricane
knock his head off (yeah), mash his tater
how i handle t++th (how?)
culinary major
baseball bat slugger, l.a. raider
fitted ball+cap won’t fit him later
haha
[pre+chorus: big dre’]
heads rolling on the ground, pick ’em back up so i can knock them back down
humpty dumpty, hit him with the sawed+off
put him back together just to knock his f+cking head off

[verse 3: k!lla c]
i’m a scumbag piece of sh+t, motherf+cker that’s me
i wish somebody would try to come up and blast me
raised in the jug fam, k!lla c is who i am
with bukshot, drop it then you know this sh+t slam
i ain’t into playing games, being lame and talking sh+t
i’m the type to grip a bat and knock ya head off (trick)
i always carry guns and i hope you do too
so they call it self+defense when they find out what i did to you
societies fault that i’m a heartless pr+ck
and it’s societies problem what i do with my d+ck
i was gifted with the curse of putting in work and murking beats
you know the d.e.a. blame me for they problems on the streets
i drop a lot of tracks, you know they listen to ’em all
i think they mad about the fact that my dope was ten feet tall (haha)
keep up with the hate i might get to getting lead off
too late to knock it, i’ma blow your f+cking head off
[verse 4: liquid assassin]
when i got that bat gripped, see that head on your shoulder tee off
i’ma swing, knock that head off your shoulders, t+ball
head on the ground, kick it around is the way that we ball
cause bukshot had to f+ck you up while i beat you down, see+saw (d+mn)
these rap names lames to me
got flames, disintegrate your team
got thangs that’ll bang that beat
then lock aim and leave your brains, delete
got black rage, chop your friend to meat
then put yo ass in a box (yeah)
it’s not a game or parading me, you on a path to get knocked (yeah)
my motion’s always f+ck ’em, you can catch a concussion coming (yeah)
i’ma crush ’em and crunch ’em leave they body combust to nothing (yeah)
with a shotty, abduction nugging, leave this motherf+cker disgusting
clutching and busting till they struck in the head, eruption (aye)
with a knife and machete i’m deadly ready for anything
cut your windpipe, get messy
blood drenching everything, endlessly
with your head attached, but ready to go
i stop and pause (yeah) but it ain’t gonna be to quit
when i knock it off

[pre+chorus: big dre’]
heads rolling on the ground, pick ’em back up so i can knock them back down
humpty dumpty, hit him with the sawed+off
put him back together just to knock his f+cking head off

- bukshot lyrics

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