Bukkweat Bill - Lizzy Borden lyrics

[Verse 1] Red all in my eyes, blood all in my hands Something wrong with my mind, red paint in my can I run around with my clan, attitude like f** that Bukkake Bwoy's, yeah bruh it's f** swag Come and get a toe tag, sit around here and get real ill Fix something with your broke a**, I'm 98, plus two 2Pac, I'm on juice Cup full of them d** n***a Salute my dumb crew Skate rats and them thug n***as B's up, 666 Three 5's and four clips With my green I'm John Deere I ride the beat like a forklift I go hard, I stay on my rock sh** like Kanye Any beat that I make gets eaten like buffet's Cookouts, entrees What you gon' do with this young Bukk If beef is what they want I'm gumbo, potluck (potluck) It's no game, no E.A., no arcade Bukkweat is the name, I'm 'bout that like Wu-Tang [Hook x2] Lizzy Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks When she saw what she had done, gave her father forty one [Verse 2] Shades all in my eyes, blood all on my Vans Something in my mind, say k**, amen I look like Satan, my clique off the meat rack Bukkake Bwoy's, yeah bruh and f** swag My daddy say I'm zoned out so I'm zoned out and that's that n***a Iced my mouth out and throw a stack down on my tat' n***a Hoes love a young rap n***a, spit bars in that p**y Spray your clique up my n***a, clean cars with that Uzi I'm far out, I'm groovy I'm geeked up like the 60's Jesus has tattoos, the devil's wearing Dickies Mushrooms, I'm trippy, my daddy is a hippy Family up in Houston, rest in peace to Whitney Getting brain after brain, call that sh** detention My money longer than my girlfriend extensions Bukkake Bwoy's, triple 6, hallelujah I die for my n***as, little Martin Luther [Hook]