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lirik lagu bomshot - bang bang

let’s f~cking do this
you motherf~ckaz wanna have a shootout?
i’ll kick your f~cking face off
tonight, let’s roll on ’em tonight
gang muzik, motherf~cka!
dj drama, bomshot, bang, bang!

[bomshot]
yo, i read ya bible backwards and recite satanic scriptures
cut up my victims so i can paint bl~~dy pictures
on the lunar eclipses, i visit their gravesites
so i can watch the demon curse ’em, wait until daylight
these ain’t rhymes that i write, they are the devil’s spells
to ring inside ya head just like h~ll’s bells
in the garden of eden i eat adam’s apples
now on halloween i put razorblades in kid’s apples
your souls are dim light, i’m craving ya windpipe
i live a sinful life, turn to a k!ller at midnight
so all you witches best to hold ya broom tight
i dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
you misbehave you become the devil’s slaves
and god we praise, spirits raised from ya grave
i’m nuts and y’all ain’t f~cking with me
you’re dead now and that’s how god wants it to be
[chorus] 8x
bang bang
shoot ’em up
bang bang

[bomshot]
i hear voices and see things that aren’t there
when i summon evil spirits bl~~dy mary appears
i’m packing heavy metal, sold my soul to the devil
rip ya brain right out ya skull
let it boil in my kettle
the irons flying, i’ll f~cking throw you to the lions
have ya dying family crying like saving private ryan
kick down st~rdy doors, i rob thirty stores
pointing nickel~plated .44’s at dirty wh0res
wearing ya fresh corpse out the crypt keeper
chopped it up and broke bread with the grim reaper
l!ck the meat cleaver, sick with the heat fever
hit the disbelievers quick with the street sweeper
make ya sh~t ya self, write ya name in ya feces
ground ya up to bit so you can rest in f~cking pieces
only stains remain, i’ll make ya brains hang
it’s a g~ngb~ng, shoot up ’em, bang bang

[chorus] 8x
[bomshot]
i get vexed and cast hex and feel bugs on ya face
blast shots to ya waist and hide ya corpse without a trace
you use to stand six feet six men carried you to sleep in a box
and put you six feet deep, like the mark of the beast
now you regret plenty, leave just ya head buried in the pet cemetery
you can’t harm me, i pack more guns than the army
and got more grenades than your entire brigades
so you wanna make some noise than bring all ya boys and them
so every f~cking one of them can die from lead poisoning
you wanna try f~cking with us, i run with drug smugglers
who sneak up behind ya and slit ya f~cking jugular
you lame slain, when i drain ya main vein
it’s a plain shame that you can’t maintain
only stains remain, i’ll make ya brains hang
it’s a g~ngb~ng, shoot up ’em, bang bang

[chorus] 8x

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