Slum Life Bukshot (Ft. CRUCIFIX, Delusional (Rap) & Krayzie Bone)

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Show 'em how it's done like a kamikaze
Bodies  in the trunk of my homie Villies Maserati
Evidence  we got 'em (got 'em)
Pictures like the paparazzi never met somebody like me kinda like a Jewish Nazi
Welcome to the freak show
Delusional  and CRUCIFIX
Juggalos  and Weirdos, I brought Krayzie Bone we ludicrous
Bring them plastic bodybags to dump 'em in don't let 'em breathe
I  got something for ya looking forward till the day we meet
Claiming that you're gangster, talking all that weaponry
Now your head bashed, master homie you ain't scared of me
What you fail to realize, I got killers out here in the street
They  not scared to take your family out and do it indiscrete
Bitch I'll rep the underground
You can take the industry and shove it up yo ass every time someone decides to mention me
Something isn't right, off in my head I'm talking mentally
Pull my trigger, I predict the murder of the century

[Chorus: CRUCIFIX]
T-take off and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them burners (load up them burners)
Then burn a path
Put a couple bullets a motherfucker, leave 'em in a bodybag, I chalk it up to this slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
I'm 'bout the slum life
Take it or leave it, but better believe that the shit that I'm breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life (none life)