Otis:
|
Bullets fly just let me die
|
If I can't shoot and make your head go poof.
|
On the loose, no juice, get used to the sound
|
Of the buckshot pound, bodies bleedin' on the ground.
|
In attack mode, everyone around gets hit
|
When this heatseek shit locks on and spits
|
Got clips in every capitol in the whole nation
|
Blown the fuck up at the foundation.
|
I'm hatin' you fucks, make no mistake
|
My missiles create aftershocks like earthquakes
|
In amazement fill the pavement with red
|
If you cover your chest, I just aim for your head
|
I let nobody live or leave, I bring fever
|
Judges, cops, I'm even gunnin' at the teachers
|
Nobody lives, please, I'm too eager to be O-T-I-S
|
Oh yes, the HEATSEEKER!
|
|
Chorus x 2:
|
Bullets fly at everybody (Otis)
|
And ain't nobody got a bulletproof face (Shaggy 2 Dope)
|
Missiles fly at everybody (Otis)
|
I'ma blow up the whole planet and watch 'em all vanish in dust (Violent J)
|
|
Bonez Dubb:
|
I just blasted away at your hideout.
|
Who destroyed your home? It's time to find out
|
Take cover and maybe you can ride out
|
And I'ma drop the whole bomb to turn the lights out.
|
If you want it all, then watch the top fall
|
When the wall comes crumblin' down the long hall
|
Armageddon time's comin' better be runnin' from us
|
No trust in your fellow relatives and such
|
And much love and hate is takin' over your mind
|
Bonez Dubb and fate workin' over this time
|
Shots to the dome with the nickel-plated chrome
|
Leave a soul homeless and all alone
|
Nightscope, I'm doped up take out the long range
|
Shotguns to the face like Kurt Cobaine
|
Strange things about my ways, I turn the page
|
Of the book of the dead so I can splatter your brains
|
The Heatseeker!
|
|
Chorus x 4:
|
Bullets fly at everybody (Otis)
|
And ain't nobody got a bulletproof face (Shaggy 2 Dope)
|
Missiles fly at everybody (Otis)
|
I'ma blow up the whole planet and watch 'em all vanish in dust (Violent J)
|
|
-----------------
|
Heatseeker
|
AMB |