Without a Trace The Underground Avengers
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[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Dancin' with the devil, I'm just meaner
John Wick shit, no Ballerina
Mob boss, peep the demeanor
This Oblivion, 'bout to be a heater
You know that I always go for the throat (For the throat)
Jugular vampire, ain't no joke
But for real though, had I used my scope
There'd be a hole in your forehead size of a Coke (Ahh)
These other rappin' fuckboys, I'm not feelin' them
Put 'em in The Pit with Buk Norris and he's killin' them (And he's killin' them)
That label on your beanie got me turnt up (Turnt up)
Then sent off in the air, we call that murder
[Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas]
See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why)
Put that thing in they face (And they go bye)
Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45)
Then disappear without a trace (And that ain't no lie)
[Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas]
'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long
Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong
Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch
Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch
Dancin' with the devil, I'm just meaner
John Wick shit, no Ballerina
Mob boss, peep the demeanor
This Oblivion, 'bout to be a heater
You know that I always go for the throat (For the throat)
Jugular vampire, ain't no joke
But for real though, had I used my scope
There'd be a hole in your forehead size of a Coke (Ahh)
These other rappin' fuckboys, I'm not feelin' them
Put 'em in The Pit with Buk Norris and he's killin' them (And he's killin' them)
That label on your beanie got me turnt up (Turnt up)
Then sent off in the air, we call that murder
[Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas]
See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why)
Put that thing in they face (And they go bye)
Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45)
Then disappear without a trace (And that ain't no lie)
[Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas]
'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long
Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong
Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch
Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch
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