Lyrics:
Straight to da bucket like f*** it
I need a bag so I'm huntin
Im up in the jungle wit a musket
Hangin wit some dawgs like a husky
Cold hearted n**** can't
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
No bigger than a bubby's thumb.
Medieval dublet, elk horn ornamented woodland trumpet,
Cradling your musket son.
3 musketeers but I keep 3 muskets for the fucking pests
2 legs all I need to run up a check
1 of 1 Kaito gone lay em to rest
Unlike these rappers
I am lunatic
I don’t give a shit
Bitch, drop dead
Like a motherfucking casket
One tap you like Im strapped with a musket
Turn you to ashes
Douse your
died of Southern Fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish there were 3 million
Instead of what we got.
I can't pick up my musket
And fight 'um down
My dudes pack it all, AR's to muskets
The cars extra mean, I call her luscious
Women always ask, where you from what's your size?
We trying to ride in
keep her mouth closed
We don’t do the commentary
Bag full of dead guys I’m a walking mortuary
All way out the bank rubber bands around obituaries
Musket
Shot my shot like a musket
A hit or miss
Stay on fort
Like my nigga Chris
Nigga graduated
Kudogang got a nigga lit
Wait
Getting way too off topic
satisfactory reactions
When we add 'em to caskets, we de-facto on the task
Muskets for mascots, flasks for the apricots
I'mma take a fraction off if you try
for destruction is on fuck it
I'll slay the Dovahkiin with a rusty ass musket
I am Jack's rap persona that's gone turbo
Sophisticated kid, suit and tie,
they see the money long like a musket
Bossed up flossed up with my jewels on
Man I swear that I'm the shit like a new song
For all y'all pussy
Im going to send some goons later to discover your crib
And after we all raid the safe and my whole team makes a killing
We'll bust muskets through
the warriors with muskets
Get 'em to kill each other and make them their subjects
Ua Mau Ke Ea O Ka Aina I Ka Pono
Ua Mau Ke Ea O Ka Aina I Ka Pono
They tell us
flex on me
I smoke the opposition no pun intended
But I got my gun powder & my musket, BLAOWW
Niggas playing dummy they can't function
Now its time
combined
Cause I'm gunning for the top
And I know you don't like that
Rapper preaching Christ
Cause the truth is a musket
Spraying through your brain
Not
hatefully singing that old song
It's in the buzz of their wings, the pain of their stings
It's in the darkness the harvest brings
Retort of the musket
Can't be sincere with the fuck
Say bout action but totin a musket
Might let it spray cause I been a lil rusty
I fucked yo main that's end of discussion
through to get a McNugget
Might do a drive by so I brought my musket
Turboed the whip so I takeoff like rocket
So many stacks i need cargo pockets
stay with
musket
Rockin' it like D-Generation X; Come suck it
with a bang
I'm going out with a bang
It's a war in these streets so I stashed away more than a hundred clips
Bayonet with me no musket tip
Just in case
Never plummet. I rebel without a mullet. I'm the culprit
Cut the cotton off the puppet. Shot the Musket I should just
Quit. Tried to make it simple tried
Y’all talking that fake money
Finna cop me a leaf blower, my back hurting, I rake money
Mind gone I can’t find it. Chad musket I’m still grinding.
Musket blast and flying lead
Axe to the back, axe to the head
Watch death ensue
A primal yell to tear the ears
Screams of terror, screams of fear
Come
me the night elf huntress I'm dauntin' widespread justice
Sound the trumpets I'm through pullin' punches
Round the muskets I'm through with the chump
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