Correction Paroles Fuck ’Em All par Boondox

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Sit back, bodies go kaboom when the wrist clap
Flick the trigger finger, you gon' need a stim pack
I'm not full of sh*t, check me when I spit facts
C4 make 'em fly like a jetpack
Let's be crystal clear 'fore you enter here
Better take the exit ramp before you interfere
It gets weird when my demons start to steer
You're in disarray watch your people disappear
Heard your comments said you wasn't into me
You got your fans fooled, b*t*h, that don't mean sh*t to me
Ain’t ya homie, you hardly know me
Career is dying slowly, know that I'm your enemy
We got shooters that'll strike like barracuda
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up just like Luda
Think you better boot up, grab yo sh*t and suit up
Splash 'em with that Bukslap, Superfly Snuka

Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Want something, feel nothing
Don't trust 'em head busting
Ha! F**k 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! F**k 'em!
Ha! F**k 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! F**k 'em all!
Ha! F**k 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! F**k 'em!
Ha! F**k 'em!
Ha-Ha-Ha! F**k 'em all!
Some of y'all that should be falling down upon your knees
Praying and thanking Jesus that I got these mouths to feed
'Cause the only reason you still breathing is my progeny
But it don't mean you won't be needing a colostomy
'Cause honestly this sh*t is getting harder to ignore
Some things just gotta be but now it's to the point sh*t gon' explode
Don't need apologies, we past the point to ever letting go
I grip mahogany that's on my .44 and let it blow
On these hoes like a money shot
It's in a ma** on yo a** and make it bunny hop
You dumb enough to test a heathen 'cause your buddy not
The only legacy you're leavin' is a bloody spot
Hand in the air, the other one on a Bible
I swear to God and this is vital to survival
Don't think I won't park on your block armed with a rifle
Pop off a shot at five o'clock and stop your vitals
You must be suicidal

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