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the underground avengers - without a trace lyrics

[verse 1: bukshot]
dancin’ with the devil, i’m just meaner
john wick sh+t, no ballerina
mob boss, peep the demeanor
this oblivion, ’bout to be a heater
you know that i always go for the throat
jugular vampire, ain’t no joke
but for real though, had i used my scope
there’d be a hole in your forehead size of a coke
these other rappin’ f+ckboys, i’m not feelin’ them
put ’em in the pit with buk norris and he’s k!llin’ them (k!llin’ them)
that label on your beanie got me turnt up
then sent off in the air, we call that murder

[pre+chorus: boondox, bukshot, & claas]
see me reach for my waist (they gon’ know why)
put that thing in they face (and they go bye)
send ’em all to outer sp+ce (with the .45)
they disappear without a trace (now they know why)

[chorus: boondox, bukshot, & claas]
’cause y’all done got away with murder now for too long
think it’s finally time to learn that when you do wrong
hidin’ up with all your brains up in your lap b+tch
walk up right behind you, if i find you, make it clap b+tch
[verse 2: boondox]
i’m not the only one that will pop
with zero hesitation, put ’em in a box, it’s a lock
and i don’t give a single f+ck ’bout who you are or you not
b+tch, if you want it with the mob, bring a glock and a mop
and pack a lunch and a suitcase, sendin’ y’all to h+ll
shawty nutty as a fruitcake, trigger never stale
shooters campin’ on the roost pray, they’re holy as a grail
pull that ruger out the loot crate, you know we never fail
and i’ll be dancin’ on your coffin, two+steppin’ with the reaper
when i knock you off your noggin’ i’ll be reppin’ for the creeper
throw the seven in the sleeper, john doe with a heater
throw it back like a beeper, spillin’ blood by the liter

[chorus: boondox, bukshot, & claas]
’cause y’all done got away with murder now for too long
think it’s finally time to learn that when you do wrong
hidin’ up with all your brains up in your lap b+tch
walk up right behind you, if i find you, make it clap b+tch
[verse 3: claas]
yeah!
claas done make their eyes witness blood red (yeah!), i don’t give a f+ck like i’m punching
get it? these motherf+ckers ’bout to know sin
i hit ’em with a sly smile, d+mn that sh+t’s a cold grin (yes)
got my knuckles on a course for they whole chin (blaaow)
fold ’em ’cause they got bad hands, texas hold ’em (texas hold ’em)
ha, guess they didn’t listen when we told them
that we control ’em, mental be missing, yeah, when we rollin’
see, b+tch, we golden, most of these rappers are f+ckin’ rodents
we keep it goin’, i’m f+ckin’ fire, that sh+t is molten (ha!)
and we ain’t trollin’, keepin’ it savage like the mongols and
leave you and your homies unalive, here’s where your road ends (bye bye)
this sh+t’s a time bomb ’bout to go off, detonate and laugh while we watch the world go dark (go dark)
underground avengers, we them goats
’bout to blow this b+tch to oblivion, this ain’t a hoax

- the underground avengers lyrics

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