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the underground avengers – exit wounds lyrics

exit wounds
the underground avengers

verse 1 (bukshot)
buksmash on these b+tches i’m the reason fluids leaking out
i brought my homies with me, yeah the goons are creeping out
i got my hands around their necks, i think they sleeping now
there will be no more disrespecting me from here on out
everybody want what they can’t get, wannabes wanna rap but they can’t spit
they try to act hard like they bad sh+t but they runnin like a b+tch with a mac hit
why do they think that they better than us
show more respect there is never enough
the motto i follow “in choppers we trust”
hit them with hollows put them in the dust

verse 2 (boondox)
bow down
to the one they call the king of babylon (boondox)
the scarecrow, b+tches here comes abbadon (armageddon)
motherf+ckers this is judgement day
on your knees to jesus better learn to pray
the anti antichrist with a mossberg pump and a taste for blood
you want some good advice, don’t f+ck with a dude who plays in mud
the southern devil with a shovel and a pine box, burying the competition this is where you’ll find ‘dox

verse 3 (claas)
yeah, see i’ll put these n+ggas in caskets
anybody in the way better pray that they don’t get they back hit
cause i ain’t f+ckin round, been rockin that f+ck you sound
f+ck you clowns, though in a minute i’ll k!ll a n+gga and put him down
this ain’t a game, we ain’t playin, leave him tangled up
i’m runnin deep with tch, i’ll leave him mangled cuz
they ran their mouths, but we bout it soon as the flames hit
i’m a little bit mindless to the violence, leave them brainless
verse 4 (psycho jesus)
like a volley imma serve ‘em, the shottie bodies the vermin
i’m remaining sucka free, these f+ckers bleed from they sternum
releasing what i’ve learned about squeezing three from the burna
avenging the underground like my only child who was murdered
middle finger with the wrists slit, spitting the lyrics to reflect the pulse
they say i’m a misfit, but connected to my weapon deceptacon
the blasphemy’s breathing to psycho jesus, the underground’s heathen and only god you believe in

verse 5 (liquid assassin)
that lyrical surgery serve to be servin purposely
verbally murk emcees, hurling hercules words in first degree
murder verses, no perjury
punish producers perfectly, perfectly to perfect person with perfect precision certainly
i’m a savage animal with ammo that’s from the mandible
i’m rambo and hannibal wrapped up into one, and i go ham around any amateur rapper and his clone
liquid assassin attackin leaving fragments of bone

verse 6 (kidcrusher)
deflesh, imma f+ckin eat brains
l!cking all the blood up off the floor, im f+cking cannibal
they call me prince because they think i’m really two faced
standing in my cave, smoking weed i think i’m white man
a dark knight, doing good, think i’m doing bad
don’t play for sh+t, alarm all them, motherf+cka
i’m the crocodile hunter and i’ll say “crickey”
where’s my f+ckin beer mate, put your f+ckin hands up
verse 7 (whitney peyton)
the pain in me is, all i need is just one second, i
am gonna show you why i’m finally being recognized
whitney’s the realest, all these other chicks they be disguised
i’m here on a mission, back with a vengeance, don’t even be surprised
who’s the girl with the flip flops on, wowing everybody with the hip hop songs
came from the bottom, got my tank top on
i know i’m gonna blow, it is just not long
rock on, cause i came to rage
i get hype, you can blame my age
weight falls in the booth, i stay insane
bath salts i’m craving brains

verse 8 (the r.o.c)
bang bang rhymes out i just threw it
who the f+ck is him, it’s r.o.cs influence
when i insert like i’m stupid, goin all dumb
blast on my sarcoph cause i knew it
i’m my worst enemy, i came to do it
cause you’re my worst enemy and sickly stupid
cause i’m my worst enemy, blat tat tat
fire, fire, duck and weave
fire, fire, these words like bees
sting emcees, n+ggas squeeze like “ooh”, getting hit with that bitty bow so they like please
ain’t no way to get past the r.o.cs flow
zip line in and wipe out the combo
i’m not mad, just that close to psycho
kiss my ass, i’m gon suck, lypo
verse 9 (ajax)
and i rep my team, hash cl!ck hash cl!ck boy that’s the scene
go so hard, rock the mic , make the whole motherf+ckin crowd wet they jeans
respect my scene
make the haters hate, make the s+xy scream
flows, it’s enhanced, sh+t your pants when you close your eyes, ingest the beam
never cross my green, kind of the burbs, just a restless fiend
say my name, you gon get some love
look at them eyes, they got festive gleam
drop some ‘cid then i bless the swing
detroit boys and we rep the scene
they call me ajax, my breath is stink and my beats are dirty but the rest is clean
b+tch

verse 10 (grewsum)
ha ha body bag, imma hit em with it like a boxing match
tell me little buddy why you got so mad
cause we k!llin it for real and we don’t want your trash
grewsum, that’s who i am
what’s up with those tracks you buying
they wack as h+ll so those rappers fail
i’m back from h+ll and i’m crack supplying
donnie dark, flow is over when i launch your heart
hold composure when i chop your parts
mold the sofa, now i call that art
snortin coke and overdosing, you’ll get it soon
met your doom at the next full moon
in the dead zone imma make your head go boom, like endo bloom, like an exit wound

verse 11 (scum)
they call me scum, and i’m the tombstone on your children’s graves
that’s lyrical snuff, rough enough to be what every one of our followers craves
deliver the sickness and witness mass murder and group suicides taking place
i’m hitting them hard like a brick to the back of the head or a bat to they face
so f+ck em all, if they ain’t with us then they don’t exist
we bout to blow up like the backpack of a terrorist
i’ve got me a list of some names, everyone in the obituary page
no exit wounds when i blow they heads off with my sawed off gage

verse 12 (f.dux)
picture me, f.dux with a knife in my hand (hey how ya doing)
one cut, two cuts, three cuts, your guts and your blood in your hands and they’re spewing
get the blade, wanna play when they take out
pray to god but he ain’t gonna save ya
i’m proud to be, an oddity, banned from society
and i come from the bottom of the gutter
k!ll beef, like ruben, you stutter
i’m hard, you b+tter
watch your mouth cause the 45 mad count stutter
people hope made it back to the size of a hubcap
crack get smoked by the size of a dubsack
bout blew my house but your bullsh+t, b+tch i’m trying to get my buzz back
dux

verse 13 (jason porter)
jason porter, all he raps about, drugs
so i hit the club with mixtapes when my stash is dried up
staring at you at the waffle house, in the middle of the night trying to cop an ounce
drop it now, gonna pop a sound, and get the f+ck out, i got enough rocks for now
the doctors got me in a passive mode
my coke fits are bigger than axel rose
p+ssed off at the way that i handle hoes
pullin up with a glock and a pair of bose
on a magic carpet with a hair in my nose, and i’m all coked up and i don’t wear any clothes
you’re blown out like a pipebomb, you’re p+ssys got more room than an ipod

verse 14 (ronnie blaze)
underground’s finest, now tell me what’s next to prove
split your neck in two, leave you laying with a bunch of exit wounds
demar too, five star general plays, i’m calling shots, y’all are not
looking kinda funny running from my fallen hots
ballin or not, still dumping sh+lls from the side of my black truck
you fat f+cks fakin, while i’m collecting fat bucks
ask around, bet you find out that nothings fake
i’ll show up at your church and rob the f+ckin collection plate

verse 15 (darko)
yeah look, f+ck everybody
yeah i’m f+ckin p+ssed
pedophile n+ggas, stay f+cking kids
penn state sh+t, you won’t f+cking live
what track you ever crush
i heard your f+cking diss
treat you like a b+tch
blow you a f+cking kiss
9 mili with good aim, i won’t f+cking miss
it’s darko and his d is the clip
sutter kain is the boss and his rivals can suck a d+ck
motherf+cker

verse 16 (sutter kain)
cramping babies, castrating some old ladies
illuminati want my body, i am f+cking crazy
put a bullet in your head and make your brain splatter
grab a fork and a spoon and eat your brain matter
f+ck your b+tch in the ass, until she starts to sh+t
then take my d+ck out her ass and make her suck the sh+t
and when she vomits imma shove it down her throat
take a hit of dmt and a nose full of coke, yeah

verse 17 (kung fu vampire)
as you peel the pile of bodies up off me, can we do it a little bit softly
my girls need a lot more room, don’t worry they will not breathe
proceed to breed, for my undead seed to read
supercharged when i need to be
smelling like the spirit of a sad norwegian queen, there’s a difference between you and a king
kung fu vampire, giving you nowhere to run to
i’m robotic, subsonic, composed and honest, methodic, erotic
so demonic, i’ll be the cannibal +n+lyst, never the animatronic
and i’m sitting on your carpet while i’m drinking gin and tonic and i’m higher than the mountain that i haunted

verse 18 (mars)
it’s that west coast cali k!ller, my n+gga pull your 9s out
and if you’re coming to my city we will find out
finna blow your mind out, then i’ll let my nuts flow
knocking your b+tch, talking sh+t and take your bank rolls
i know you heard the stories bro, they say i’m getting gory bro
kicking in the door, stick my gat in like a gloryhole
every time you see me, another body gets found
motherf+ck on you hoes, get my doe, prince of the underground

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