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Bukshot & Timbo

Slaughterous

3

Hip-Hop/Rap

Slaughterous è stato pubblicato il 22 agosto 2025 da Mobstyle Music come parte dell'album Slaughterous - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumSlaughterous - Single

Data di uscita22 agosto 2025

EtichettaMobstyle Music

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM90

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bukshot

Performer

Timbo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tim Carl Kalbfleisch

Tim Carl Kalbfleisch

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Michael Summers

Michael Summers

Producer

Mike Summers

Producer

Testi

It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless

Take notes and shit, it gets slaughterous

Tote choppers big as hippopotamus

If you choke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch

I'm in my roots like Venus flytrap

In some Timberland boots, stomp 'em mean as I rap (Mean as I rap)

Targets, I shoot, flow clean as I rap

Play these people like a flute, like a king that I slap

Not a real king but a wannabe with a fake crown

Nothin' like the real thing, takin' out these snake clowns (Snake clowns)

Burn the town down, look at the flames, shooken in pain

Stern with the foul sound, we're gettin' paid, look what I made (Look what I made)

This Mob shit, this thing of ours, got it tatted on my chest by some battle scars

Many scary nights where we rattled bars 'fore we rumbled with the rivals in the prison yard

Found myself in a hole, yo, fuck the guards

Found a pen and a pad, then I wrote some bars

Eyes closed, told me what I wrote was hard

It kinda went like this, tear they throat apart

It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless

Take notes and shit, it gets slaughterous

Tote choppers big as hippopotamus

If you choke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch

Here on out, lock it on down

All your bullshit all stops now

Hear me out, lock it on down

Got a full clip, slaughter y'all clowns

Shit, lately I've been all about my timin'

Uncensored, they dimented as they listen to my rhymin'

Cold to the core, where I go I change the climate

Spin earth core lately seem to be my diet

I promise you can't try this, you can't eye to eye this

Really I am advisin', please be very sure about your timin'

I'm preservatin' your hibernation straight through my eyelids

I'm confined in a rock-solid core, diamond

Breakout with my fists and throw it quick just like a Heisman

Pull up where you're at and collect the debt that you're hidin'

Just look up who my pops is, buddy, you realizin'

Notice the scheme you had before no longer realignin'

Notice a quake and shiver that hit you just like a virus

Notice how you cough and no bullets sneezin' out the sinus

My rhymes timeless, they intertwine into your kind until you're mindless

I throw bombs, surprise, detonation got perfect timin'

It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless

Take notes and shit, it gets slaughterous

Tote choppers big as hippopotamus

If you choke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch

Here on out, lock it on down

All your bullshit all stops now

Hear me out, lock it on down

Got a full clip, slaughter y'all clowns

Spittin' on a track with the blood of my blood (My blood)

Mode of attack, drug through the mud (Drug through the mud)

Don't breathe, your lungs get filled with

The air I speak, yeah, a verse can kill

These verbs can beat your ego still

Nothin' like defeat, my words worth a mill

Shit hurts for real and what's worse than drill

Punchlines got you all the way up in your feels

I guess that's what the price is, violence

They better hyphen, we hypnotize shit

Clean crews like Dyson with no devices

My people hybrid, got my own domain like I'm Aizen

Feed me beats, they so appetizin'

I'm sharper than any blade you can try and take my life with

Any hater make 'em hit the grass from a distance

It look like a kite land, violent, make they body fly like a flight plan

They ask for it, chose the right man

It kinda goes like this, my pit's bottomless

Take notes and shit, it gets slaughterous

Tote choppers big as hippopotamus

If you choke, you'll miss, it all stops here, bitch

Here on out, lock it on down

All your bullshit all stops now

Hear me out, lock it on down

Got a full clip, slaughter y'all clowns

Written by: Tim Carl Kalbfleisch

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