Boondox – One 87 Lyrics
Artist: Boondox
Song: One 87
Ugh, Hurra Season oh ugh. Ugh
It’s a murder man
Ugh, ugh
They say I’m throwed off, I load up and I load off
I’m a big stepper, hit him up ’til he doze off
They holler “did he make it? did he make it?” I drove off
It’s a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
Full metal jackets hit the floor ’bout when I pull up on ’em unload
Can’t even see the road from muzzle flashes and the gun smoke
They asses shoulda learned though, don’t f#ck around with Turncoat Dirty, hand back ashes to your mama with no urn hoe
A mortal vandal, I’m a savage with the ammo
Twin eagles and a flannel, clutch their handles like a camel
Tired of f#cking with these mammals on my last nerve
Go ahead on, light a couple candles for this b#stard
I’m spending black like I was Kevin with the chili pot
Flame coming out the MAC-11 yeah that chili hot
Don’t look surprised you ’bout to die, yeah hoe you really shot
Is it time to kiss yo #ss goodbye? Naw there’s really not
They say I’m throwed off, I load up and I load off
I’m a big stepper, hit him up ’til he doze off
They holler “did he make it? did he make it?” I drove off
It’s a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I’m throwed off, I load up and I load off
I’m a big stepper, hit him up ’til he doze off
They holler “did he make it? did he make it?” I drove off
It’s a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
187 with that Wesson and it’s letting ’em fly
Aggressive lessons with a weapon, told I’m letting ’em die
You wanna soak in gasoline and then go step in the fire
You must be smoking ketamine you fiend, I reckon you’re high
So I’m ’bout to air this m#th*rf#ck*r out
Come in the house, you’re laying there on the f#cking couch
Spit on the tip and I put that b#tch in your f#cking mouth
Unload the clip until that click and I’m f#cking out
This southern devil, Frank Castle-ing these actors with savageness
Black talons leaving holes in these b#stards is cavernous
Wendigo tearing through the flesh, my tactics are ravenous
Red mist out your b#tch #ss, I swear that it’s fabulous [It’s a murder man]
They say I’m throwed off, I load up and I load off
I’m a big stepper, hit him up ’til he doze off
They holler “did he make it? did he make it?” I drove off
It’s a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I’m throwed off, I load up and I load off
I’m a big stepper, hit him up ’til he doze off
They holler “did he make it? did he make it?” I drove off
It’s a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me
Agh, it’s the murder man, ah, mister murder man, yeah. It’s a murder man, it’s a murder man, it’s a murder man
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Release Year: 2021