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A música Fuck The BS foi lançada em 2011, no álbum “The Fixtape 2”.

Fuck The BS

[Intro]
Hell to the yeah
I'm raw like you never saw
I'm real bringing it to ya
Best believe it son in law
[Verse 1: Danny Boone]
Fuck the bullshit I get loose like the bowels from a Metamucil boost
I rule the roost you rudy poots don't wanna test my juice
A loose cannon man yeah man I made it damn it
Came to run the gambit ambitious stomp the yard
Shake the whole fuckin' planet
Real technician got em bitching 'cause I knock em out position
Competition gets their noggin rocked from my composition
Underground but go so fuckin' hard the top has gotta listen
Show em to the obstetrician I bring out the ho in rappers
Claimin' that they holdin' clappers
Since I was a young son of a gun I spit disaster at 'em
Danny Boone been known to melt the skin from bone
And cause panic jaws all over hit the floor come at 'em raw
This 58 like a sword with a cord
Unprepared they look scared I kick open the door
When I'm done with this place it's gonna look more like a morgue

[Chorus]
Fuck the bullshit I get loose
Fuck the bullshit I get loose
Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit
Fuck the bullshit I get loose
Fuck the bullshit I get loose
Fuck the bullshit I get loose
Fuck the bullshit, fuck the bullshit
Fuck the bullshit I get loose

[Verse 2: Danny Boone]
From the jump street from the motherfuckin' giddy up
I came to do em hit em up I did em straight skin 'em up
My venom got em sick of me hatred is fuelin' the very fire
They worn out keeps burnin' like a pile of tires
Every record that I turnout burnout
Is what they use to call me back in the days
But now a days check my dick's your mouth
And I off the rip like bandaids on open sores
My voice contorts simple words to complex remorse
Danny's a dominate force gallopin' all over the beat
Like that motherfucker just hoped on a horse
With no name in the rain scatter brain far from plain
This dog drags the porch if it's not off the chain
Go on got the fuck on no need to go on call my name
Quick to hit the woods if I can't find a proper lane
D-bizzle sizzling your mental on a deadly course to blow up no mission I'ma missile

[Verse 3: Demun Jones]
Now I would never say this sayin' unless I was sure I meant it
Danny and Demun wreckin' the whole planet oh damn it
This the type of shit that hit and make the ground split
Wide open out from under ya be careful where your standin'
Hit em when they ain't lookin' take 'em 'til it's all took
Shook 'em in their shoes pockets swoll and I'm bookin'
Flights to bright lights and everybody's lookin'
Look like we the motherfuckin' main bitch cookin'
Get a plate wait in line hater eat it up and vomit
I'ma keep makin' 'em sick with it pills can't stop it
So drop get your Fixtape and it won't stop
We runnin' shit back into shape at a high pace
Check your heart rate I'm smackin' third rate punks in the fuckin' face
Breakin' you ear some 58 surely its a waste
Smackin' you bitches again and again
Smackin' you bitches again and again

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