Lyrics Bomb - Shawn of the Dead

Wow, yuh, hah
They ain't ready for this shit though, uh

Back on my bullshit
Got a mac with a full clip ready to extend
Stacked to the fullest
Attack with the bullets ready to expend
Every bit of ammo loaded up top
The flow too heavy it'll blow you off
You ain't ready, my aim steady
If I send this smoke, you a bitch you cough
Cage up a beast, ha I say what they need
Put a phrase in a key
Yeah I came just to eat I filet any beat
Grab a page fill the sheet
Set ablaze from the heat
Press play then repeat
Truth is I'm a nuisance
Built my way up with no blueprint
Who's this so ruthless ain't ever heard his music
They snoozin' I knew it
He too sick like some lupus
Nooses for these cool kids
He lose it they wounded, whoah
I might just come for your speakers
I'm spilling blood and I'm eager
Still turn your boy to a creature
Heat from the dome no fever
Mic in my hand is a cleaver
I'm hunting you down no Easter
Spittin' up piss, slittin' your wrist
Cuttin' you deeper and deeper
Back on my bullshit
Back on my bull what?
Eyes on the floor you don't wanna see me pull up
Back on my bullshit
Drippin' from a full cup
Class in session
Got a mass of weapons
Take a seat time to school ya, ha

Back on my bullshit
(Back on my bullshit yah)
(Yeah I'm just back on my, what?)
Back on my bullshit
(I been back on my, yuh)
Back on my bullshit
(I been back on my bullshit)
(Semi auto I just cocked a full clip)

Makes you wonder who this is
No I'm not a rich kid
Just another motherfucker comin' through with lyrics
No this shit ain't physics
I'm not feelin' all the gimmicks
Makes me go ballistic
Maybe I'mma lose my shit
I'm back on my bullshit
Jumpin' out my cockpit
Yeah I'm a booksmith
Swing and catch a cist
She love it when the blunt kiss
Sour like some Swiss
Super sweet like some Trix
This one's for the kids 'cause they love this shit, uh

I'm back on my bullshit
(I'm back on my bullshit)
I'm back on my bullshit
(Back on my bullshit)
I'm back on my bullshit, uh

Yeah I'm back again like a crack addict
So much she can't fuck with it
Can't fuck with us, we made for this
30K! that's 82 and this that bullshit we goin' through
'Til we fuckin' die we just here to Screw
Like Z-Ro and build up that dinero
The only way we got's narrow
Ain't a full game it's a demo
If you gotta respond then haha Jay Leno
Lay low though tryna find me like I'm Nemo
Only a few I can fuck with
Go back to my tendencies like Truckfit
Here's a quick spit
Never seen a motherfucker hit it like this
White boy from the south on a hitlist
Almost shot in the head but he missed it
So I dipped quick, no strap
Runnin' back to the trap
Now I'm back on my bullshit

Back on my bullshit
(Shoulda just brought a strap in the first place)
(Back on my bullshit)
Back on my bullshit
(Back on my, back on my)

Heard you talkin' trash now
You don't kiss momma with that mouth
New bag of the grass shouts
Leave you faded with no doubts
Music bumpin' it's so loud
Out here trippin' it's so wild
Money stacked it's so piled
These hotties are so mild
Feelin' fresh with my new style
Killed another beat with my dude Cyle
Fillin' these verses with guile
Give 'em an inch and they'll take it a mile
All my enemies flexin' I just give 'em a smile
You better bring your best 'cause I'll kill you with style
And I'll leave you in tears so you can fill up the Nile
Yeah you made a fuckin' mess now come clean up the aisle