Few Dead Birds

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Dusynik & JacqMadeTheBeat

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F*ck your word of mouth, f*ck the word of will
Not profound, every verb and noun
I hold it down for the foul

Till the sun goes down, they don't wanna be seen
I'm packing up my tapes, set my limits
Soon to be clean
I'm that redneck, yeah, I'll behead you

Cut your fucking throat and make them see you were dead there
When I found you, bottles all around you
It's real, for real, no one ever found that there
I was the one who marked the sun

I'll burn you motherfuckers down to be the glow of the run
So, y'all better be scared
Or sooner beware that your worst nightmare
Be the one to fight ya, eat him up and cut ya

Beat the defeated, infiltrate our rifles
Sniper, you can't pick me out
Cause I'm on it, and now you're in my pocket
In my shotty, and found, click boom

I'm a country boy, motherfuckers around here
Stay packed by the noise
I got my shotty in my truck with a few dead birds
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds

I'm a country boy, motherfuckers around here
Stay packed by the noise
I got my shotty in my truck with a few dead birds
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds

Killed with an accurate, pummeled it down with an accident
My purpose, see diversions, cause I'm working beats and hacking
And if you're knocking it, talking like I'm not the shit
Throw a dog a bone and we'll get down, I'm promising

This my yard, I got it if you want it
If you want it, keep living, never gonna let you want it
If any artist isn't gone, I can claim it
The cynic even criticized, I'm living on my premises

Like wild snakes, I rip the fangs out
Sharpen up the fangs, with the fangs I shoot now
Any game of enemy that meet my trigger finger
Hanging up and bleeding in, it's half a bottle if you're living

I'm the fireball, I am all
People like the lion call, themselves real
Cause I really hunt beats, and I really hunt meat
I'm country-folk, and you better believe you're wrong, peep

I'm a country boy, motherfuckers round here stay packed by the north
I got my shotty in my truck, with a few dead birds
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers round here stay packed by the north

I got my shotty in my truck, with a few dead birds
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds
Why you all act like you know me
But you don't know shit involving me

Only ones around me, my family
So tell me now
When you see my war paint hunting
All my horseplay and my brothers

Don't you dare
They're going to erupt us
I'm just saying to be a bad kid, but really just a dad is
Me the meanest, undefeated, murdering this rap shit

But if you know I'm critical for hurting by the masses
Yes I'd love to kill, but no poaching from my bag limit
Get it like you're bad with it
Feeding for these quota's winners, hoping we can last it

Rocking like a savage, pat it up or blast it
It's us country folk, hang that throat some catnip
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers round here stay packed by the north
I got my shotty in my truck, with a few dead birds

Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers round here stay packed by the north
I got my shotty in my truck, with a few dead birds
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds

I'm a country boy
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers round here stay packed by the north
I got my shotty in my truck, with a few dead birds
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds

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