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doomsday productions - bukshot shells lyrics

[verse 1: pit]
send they ass to the land of the lost
gotta pay the cost to the host of the holocaust
yeah, cause i’m dealing em coast to coast
born in a he+rs+, cursed to be doom the most
since this’ll quench your thirst, this ain’t no rehe+rs+
yeah it’s time to set example how to jack the jerk
they get hurt, you know a loon’ll put in work overtime
taking double hits, i want stop til i’m satisfied
homicide after homicide
them weak m+th+f+ckas cry
why, energize so step in line
and buy your ticket from the grim reaper
cause tonight i’m the host of the creeper feature, n+gga
and i’ll be d+mn if i don’t, take your life
as you step into the rim and the mist of forever night
cause only happy m+th+f+ckas smile
so stop kicking your trash and recycle your style
here’s a hit, when i’m causing apocalypse
for fifteen days the worlds in a total eclipse
no time to hesitate, feel the ground shake
it’s doomsday from state to state
it’s earthquakes, so take these…
[chorus: eklypss]
buckshot sh+lls, buckshot sh+lls all in your dead body
oh what fun it is to smoke a m+th+f+cka that f+cks with me
buckshot sh+lls, buckshot sh+lls all in your dead body
oh what fun it is to smoke a m+th+f+cka that f+cks with me
silent night
evil night
eclipse the moon and then soon
many see many buckshots fly

[verse 2: eklypss]
f+ck it
do or die when the sh+t fly
the penetration is still makes the tough real, feel
death coming is back+to+back murder and he bail
buckshot splittin a sh+ll, yell
take a n+gga that’s thinking he hard
never went to church
hurt, name praying to god
lord
duck n+ggas i’m aiming
i’m diggy down with the doom
moon and be ready to move, prove
that you ain’t no punk buster n+gga witcho pump
fear none and watch a n+gga try to run
cause all them punk m+th+f+ckas fled
and now they dead with they d+ck in the dirt
when i rip em to shreds
[verse 3: pit]
what i’m gonna do, what i’m gonna do
introduce yo ass to the doom
and the buckshots too
a bulletproof won’t help
cause i’m scoping heads
being chased by the feds
livin on the edge
buckin haters dead
first i’m there, then i’m there
creeping everywhere
and my buckshots ring, smell of buckshots in the air
putting holes through your body like mikey myers
it’s halloween, yeah, a round to the doom messiah

[verse 4: eklypss]
blow they ass to h+ll
i’m letting em smell the smoke
everytime a n+gga loc
i’m potent
load em up in my twelve
a n+gga try to run up
he gettin done up
by some godd+mned…

[chorus: eklypss]
buckshot sh+lls, buckshot sh+lls all in your dead body
oh what fun it is to smoke a m+th+f+cka that f+cks with me
buckshot sh+lls, buckshot sh+lls all in your dead body
oh what fun it is to smoke a m+th+f+cka that f+cks with me
buckshot sh+lls
buckshot sh+lls
buckshot sh+lls
buckshot sh+lls
buckshot sh+lls
buckshot sh+lls
get some of these
buckshot sh+lls
buckshot sh+lls

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