(Intro)
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out yall (I bust it)
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out yall (I bust it)
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out yall (I bust it, I bust it)
Check me out (I bust it)
Check me out (I bust it)
Check me out yall (I bust it)
(Hook)
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
(Verse 1 - Libsey)
Ya, spill an ankle cross the paper never crucify me
If I ever come across a hater with precision like a laser that'll
Cut you like a razor boy i'll shock you like a taser
You'll be crying for ya savior
I'ma, East Coast killer microphone murderer
I'ma, staple in my city nobody heard me
I'ma keep going 9 to 5 like I'm working ya they say diamonds are forever but you fakers I merk'em
I'ma, monster in the booth eating the beat like a cannibal act like an animal none of you rappers are tangible hitting you square in the mandible calling me Hannibal
You vaginal rappers are only sounding mechanical puffin
Panicle feeling tyrannical
Switching the flow up I'm pretty dynamical
If you buck me well then I know how you feeling cause every story got a hero and I guess I'm the villain with a mission to show the world my perfect vision of killing
With a whole snap of my fingers your whole family is missing
(Verse 2 - Hero The Emcee )
I rock the coast with all of my fingers cocked and loaded
You rock the boat and the holes I'm giving will stop ya floating
These cocky motors who floss em will end with punchlines give em to the Devil cause Libsey hungry for lunch time
I'm tryna cut the cypher out of the crime mode shitting on rappers in diapers with these divine flows
Clients know I'm slinging more than the crack rocks
Same place but as music and I push it by the snack shops to bury the back drop
Boston getting mad props real fucking players robbed daily with their masks off never give wack bars that'll just attract Gods
You gotta super suit, Frozone but you act tough stone cold non stop
So you know I exhale my breath fabulous inhale exhale the scope stayed accurate pull up then I impale with ghost town killas an we fresh out up the fish scale
(Hook)
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
(Verse 3 - X-el)
This is all I wanted since I was a little kid
Only person who can take that from me is me and that's it!
I don't have no time for games
So if you playing get the fuck out of my way before I sock you in the face
You don't want this heat
You don't want this beef
You can't handle a fucking psycho cryptic piece like me
I'm X-el and by now I think that you
Should believe everything that I say is everything that I mean
Like I'm a sick and twisted
Cursed or gifted
Kid with Salem witches
Who create some stitches an even they dig some fucking ditches for some pussy ass bitches
Or is this just for the rap though?
Is this all a wrap folks?
I'm spitting like there's pussy in front of me now hoe!
Hard as fuck with a craving for obliterating the whole track yo
So go ahead $tubbs show em what its like to have bad Karma on their side, ya ya go kill em right now its crunch time!
(Verse 4 - Lucid $tubbs )
Ah - It's time to murder the mic
Been so long since I've been in this fight
Going bar to bar with my homies we get the city nice
Good vibes, good tunes only thing that we need in life and if you ever get it twisted hit you with this ammunition firing from all positions that's how we do it, never confuse it, we be going hard for the music
Call me Chucky this is Child's Play I kill a beat in many ways haters gon' say what they gon' say they keeping me moving
I'm a boxer with these punchlines hit you with this 9-7-8 then watch you flat line baby this is my time I'ma get what I should deserve and fucking cut lines, cause lately I've been disrespectful pushing hard onto the pedal passing and maxing my levels that's the ultra instinct, if you blink you might as well miss me no lip sync, going bar to bar making sure that these words hit deep, don't sleep or I will creep and you'll be deceased BLAH
(Hook)
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
You buck at me I'm bucking right back at you
