Busit Lyrics

[Dez]

First you was waring on Samson 99

Now you emo-matic and rapping whiny rhymes

That plastic kinda hype like [?] combined with crying

You lack the mind to mast the craft that I design

The mastermind of kind of an asinine sublime

That'll make you blast your nine and scrap the math of 5 and dimes

Pantomime to blind siren to the death

You ain't seeing me in heaven even't heard of me yet

We can keep the beef how you prefer to be kept

This all depending on the level that the mercury get

In your murmuring lips is circly bitch

Like you just got yourself convicted on some perjury shit

So fuck your Burberry kicks and your nursery flow

They'll pay good money to watch me murder you slow



Yo

So let the sharks bite an' the baccala sizzle

Something smells fishy ock you're not official

You shoulda been shot in a wad of scott tissue

In the toilet got dropped by your pops and got pistol

In a 1984 keg party at a frat house

Instead your dad found your mom drunk passed out

So with the apple don't drop that far from the tree

Then the shell don't pop that far from the chamber

But if this shit was all up to me

I'd a met you on your first birthday with a coat hanger

From Bojang to Bodid to Bo Jackson

You wanna throw bones bitch you get your bones cracked

Like phone sex to intros to alto sax

Or wet Kotex in a Alpo sack

A shitload of yall getting mushy

When it comes down to it

My dogs will eat you