Er'body wanna hit a lick
Er'ybody wanna whip a whip
Actin' like a little tick
Like its Armageddon
(Yeah I'm getting locked)
I'm getting Faded as F*ck
Don't count favors, count your brethren
Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is this and that and this
You never held a brick, No
You never held a gun, Yo
Stop acting like a bitch
Saw you sitting in the front seat of a Mondeo
Selling rats yayo
No time for sneachta
Wipe the nose bump fists, K drip
I'm so sick ask your doctor
I don't need a weapon, all my mates are weapons
Got green and blues if i had to choose
Galil with suppressor is my preference
Hit a bulls eye every time like my first time
No scope, iron sight what a legend
Single fire, switch automatic, clip gone in two seconds
I'm not f*cking messing
No Cap
No empty promises
Like the empty shells I left behind
I'm not a F*cking rat
Er'body wanna hit a lick
Er'body wanna whip a whip
Actin' like a little tick
That session gaff was a trap
House
Don't count favours, count your brethren
Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is this and that and this
I've been going crazy
No train of though lost that, lost track
In fact, I've got loco-motives
I do what I want, I do shit for the Craic
Been derailing but I've still got my smile and my thumbs
What I've become suck
But I'm still getting by 'cause of dumb luck
And I still leave 'em speechless, Dumb f*cks
Let me tell you 'bout me I'm a mess but a monster
Like Ness but a demon we are legion
We the reason GOD said f*ck that
And kicked us out of Eden
See some people kill it
We take it out back, grab the throat and we slit it
Write it down, chew it up, hock it out, something foul
Spittin' some sick shit
Laying it down car after car, hearse after hearse
Laying it down bar after bar, verse after verse
Fourth dimension we run that shit
We are infinite
Laying down, 'til you get it
Don't count favours
Count your brethren
Shoot your shot
Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker
Doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is This and that and this
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Er'body wanna hit a lick
Er'ybody wanna whip a whip
Actin' like a little tick
Like its Armageddon
(Yeah I'm getting locked)
I'm getting Faded as F*ck
Don't count favors, count your brethren
Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is this and that and this
You never held a brick, No
You never held a gun, Yo
Stop acting like a bitch
Saw you sitting in the front seat of a Mondeo
Selling rats yayo
No time for sneachta
Wipe the nose bump fists, K drip
I'm so sick ask your doctor
I don't need a weapon, all my mates are weapons
Got green and blues if i had to choose
Galil with suppressor is my preference
Hit a bulls eye every time like my first time
No scope, iron sight what a legend
Single fire, switch automatic, clip gone in two seconds
I'm not f*cking messing
No Cap
No empty promises
Like the empty shells I left behind
I'm not a F*cking rat
Er'body wanna hit a lick
Er'body wanna whip a whip
Actin' like a little tick
That session gaff was a trap
House
Don't count favours, count your brethren
Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is this and that and this
I've been going crazy
No train of though lost that, lost track
In fact, I've got loco-motives
I do what I want, I do shit for the Craic
Been derailing but I've still got my smile and my thumbs
What I've become suck
But I'm still getting by 'cause of dumb luck
And I still leave 'em speechless, Dumb f*cks
Let me tell you 'bout me I'm a mess but a monster
Like Ness but a demon we are legion
We the reason GOD said f*ck that
And kicked us out of Eden
See some people kill it
We take it out back, grab the throat and we slit it
Write it down, chew it up, hock it out, something foul
Spittin' some sick shit
Laying it down car after car, hearse after hearse
Laying it down bar after bar, verse after verse
Fourth dimension we run that shit
We are infinite
Laying down, 'til you get it
Don't count favours
Count your brethren
Shoot your shot
Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker
Doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is This and that and this
Er'ybody wanna whip a whip
Actin' like a little tick
Like its Armageddon
(Yeah I'm getting locked)
I'm getting Faded as F*ck
Don't count favors, count your brethren
Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is this and that and this
You never held a brick, No
You never held a gun, Yo
Stop acting like a bitch
Saw you sitting in the front seat of a Mondeo
Selling rats yayo
No time for sneachta
Wipe the nose bump fists, K drip
I'm so sick ask your doctor
I don't need a weapon, all my mates are weapons
Got green and blues if i had to choose
Galil with suppressor is my preference
Hit a bulls eye every time like my first time
No scope, iron sight what a legend
Single fire, switch automatic, clip gone in two seconds
I'm not f*cking messing
No Cap
No empty promises
Like the empty shells I left behind
I'm not a F*cking rat
Er'body wanna hit a lick
Er'body wanna whip a whip
Actin' like a little tick
That session gaff was a trap
House
Don't count favours, count your brethren
Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is this and that and this
I've been going crazy
No train of though lost that, lost track
In fact, I've got loco-motives
I do what I want, I do shit for the Craic
Been derailing but I've still got my smile and my thumbs
What I've become suck
But I'm still getting by 'cause of dumb luck
And I still leave 'em speechless, Dumb f*cks
Let me tell you 'bout me I'm a mess but a monster
Like Ness but a demon we are legion
We the reason GOD said f*ck that
And kicked us out of Eden
See some people kill it
We take it out back, grab the throat and we slit it
Write it down, chew it up, hock it out, something foul
Spittin' some sick shit
Laying it down car after car, hearse after hearse
Laying it down bar after bar, verse after verse
Fourth dimension we run that shit
We are infinite
Laying down, 'til you get it
Don't count favours
Count your brethren
Shoot your shot
Smith and Wesson
Count your Blessings
Back to the Bunker
Doomsday prepper
This I'm getting outta here
Gerrup outta that shit
Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit
All I'm hearing is This and that and this
Writer: George Bassman, Ned Washington
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Integrity Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.