Buckwild - Beat1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kry One] Lets take it to trial when we holing court with a blow tourch f*ggot your head gets blown off! this is how your existance the a** chrispints wind up missing put on mittens to stop the finger printing interigating like illuminati in the basement randomly ripping spots spitting dope I'm freebasing giving you an invititaion as if god was dancing with satan WrongWay we waiting to get ajorned cause we facing crimes are different in this world its harder to get cream so my squad and team'll hold you up like some collums when we come to bust like condoms me and lay text mother f**ers have problems pealing rubber a**a**inate wannabes and vacisnate while wack and fake mastorbate for pleasure celibet you f**ing up my rhymes never so get the finger pussies and clits get wet cycle bleeding slow skin swells the infecting flows son you dying f** but still wind up on the virgin island who's dick was you riding sytimom multipling crawling making no noises silent pestlence firing at wild flower Kry One's the sick convicted wild child liar but a thief I'm definit when I creep destert storm heavy firing heat with a violent fleet all my crew brainwashed that thug life I can't f** with cats if they ain't my blood type if I don't bust you with the knife then the slug might softly I sh** on carbon copy's who's raps sound sloppy rocking versoti or reference to john gotti pack the shotty from illuminati [Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife]