BUBØNIC

Gone bubonic!
Gone bubonic!
Gone bubonic!

Get the stick out and shoot that nigga from the back
I won't miss now
Shut up with all the chitter chat
Get the stick out
He run up
Hear the pitter pat
I won't miss now
He float like he be Peter Pan

Bitch, it's '22 and I'm still spreading
Now I've gone bubonic!
You been played the fool all while you bending
Oh it's so ironic!
G3 grip the tool and I'm beheading
Vultures eat your body!
You can bring your crew
We rendezvous
Put bullets in the lobby
He won't really shoot
He shaking boots as he grip the Tommy
Really this ain't news
It's a ruse
You should find a hobby
Run, run, run, run, run
All the way to mommy
Suck, suck, suck on my dick if you choose to copy!

Camo mask
Swallow trash
Redneck with a body bag
Bitch, you don't
Bitch, you wack
Why the fuck you coming last?
Camo flak
Come attached
Shooting with my camera flash
Got my mags
Dressed in black
Bitches call me Johnny Cash!

Redneck with a shotgun!
I'm 'bouta pop some
Redneck with a shotgun!
I'm 'bouta pop some

Lead to your head
Bitch I hide under beds
With my mask made of flesh
Then I come for your head!
Homie dead
Now I will go kill all you faggots!
Seeing red
Now my eyes are tinted
Seeing less
You swallow lead
Stupid faggot, I get off to this!
I swear I've bled
Stupid bitch keep coming, I'm not dead!

Now I've gone bubonic!
Gone bubonic!
Now I've gone bubonic!



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher M Shaffer, Guy F Gates
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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