Violent J - Boom lyrics

Detroit listeners out there You'd better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Club Where there's a freestyle, super fresh contest going on tonight If you got the sk**s you better get yout hip-hop a** on down here We got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel [Esham] Mortification is my next demonstration I'd ask you for a lite pumpin' gas at the station Here's my situtation I hate many people So I hear no see no say no evil Just like Knieval Leave you headless bloody mess Like you was ridin' a Ducati Ladidadi broke every bone in your body I'm not sorry I'd probely murder you Voices tellin' me do what he say k** a DJ f** what he play Mayday Mayday BOOM! BOOM! Blood's all over the room I f**ed yo b**h Like a witch with a broom Doom's Day Murderers say All y'all must pay when the buckshot's spray Who wants the challenge me Grab the mic and bust yo raps But then I'm just gonna grab my strap And just commence to bustin' caps Leaving bodies piled up In freestyle clubs(f**) You better make room BOOM like what [Hook: repeat 2X] WHAT! y'all make room! When we show up BOOM BOOM BOOM WHAT! [Violent J] k**az run up in this b**h Start bustin' off shots Hittin literballs, lazer lights and people on the top I'm looking for the dj Cuz he don't see it my way I'm bout 2 blow 'em out his head ?????? some A.B.K I'm like a molitov co*ktail Breakin' on your wall I'm setting sh** off I blow your lid off Your body falls You don't need aluminoliam Leavin' blood everywhere And I'm aiming for the head n hair of everybody their I'm like a gra**hopper Quick to jump I'm spreading my wings You say the wicked sh** will die I say you f*ggots seeing things And all you b**hes know I'm gangsta Don't ask me to dance I might straight panic pull the gat And blow your p**y out your pants It's the wicked sh** It's E n J It's hotter than Hell And every Devil's Night we hunt them down And slaughter D-12 I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your back Turning face to camera Where your hatchets at Throw 'em up y'all [Hook] [Esham] Make room Guess who comin in Grab my gun again They told me he was one of them So I done him in A k**ers on the hunt again Smoke my blunt again Fatality finished him I win again Repentance my vengance So I'm not sentanced a hundred years It's burning my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fears My styles get rid of theres Drive-bys in wheelchairs All you see is smoke in the air Cuz we don't care [Hook]