Outerspace - Good Hell Hunting lyrics

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Outerspace - Good Hell Hunting lyrics

[Hook]: It's good hell hunting season so grab you a strap And go dummy to the max, show them boys that you'll clap, blllllat It's good hell hunting season so grab you a strap f** rap, cop a brick, cook it up and make crack [Verse One] [Planetary]: I'm about to take a bath in holy water Swim in the red wine the priest about to offer Then throw a burnt cross at the alter Alter Beast, authors, authorizing the slaughters I advise you, go inside your office Officially resign cause every rhyme is monstrous If not, I'mma knock you unconscious I be on that Philly sh**, swing like Bronx Bombers I keep the streets packed like Yonkers Body every verse and drive your turf bonkers Cutting the gra**, surpa**ing the snake charmers Crazy in the 80s and still they cannot calm us Waiting for that payment with the commas n***as keep hating we embrace them with the llamas School Of Hard Knocks, graduating with honors Cap and gown is more like some camouflage bombers [Hook]: It's good hell hunting season so grab you a strap And go dummy to the max, show them boys that you'll clap, blllllat It's good hell hunting season so grab you a strap f** rap, cop a brick, cook it up and make crack [Verse Two] [Crypt The Warchild]: Y'all n***as is below average, I'm above savage I'm your worse nightmare dipped in 'Lo fabric Keep the flow rapid, keep my doe stacking Keep your ho from the stage when the show happening Hector Lavoe, Ted Bundy reincarnated Voice box is gold, I murder cause that's how God made it Angel Of d**h, mangled off Becks Strangle your breath, leave your corpse slumped on the steps I run with the best, ripping out chunks of your flesh Never regret, I ain't the one to go and reflect The gun is possessed And it's infected by the holy spirit The future is now but y'all ain't really trying to hear it My ribs touching and this ain't open for discussion My blood rushing, your blood gushing, your mouth crushing We cold crush 'em, foe flush 'em, they hold nothing We coke rumming, throat cutting, so f** 'em [Hook]: It's good hell hunting season so grab you a strap And go dummy to the max, show them boys that you'll clap, blllllat It's good hell hunting season so grab you a strap f** rap {echo} [Verse Three] [Celph Titled]: It don't matter if you do not get a flu shot My shots flew In the air the guns still hot, yeah the M82A2 The same one I had on So Cold, I'm so dope at rap (cl-cl-clap) Sledge hammer flows, I got it on smash And y'all can take the long road, I'm crossing over the median Bounty Hunter technology, weaponry heat seeking Watch how I be freaking 'em, you should take a picture b**h (sh**) Can't see me? You should get your light fixtures fixed Violate your dress code Leave your suit vest coat Was at your house party but I left cause all y'all played was techno Transmit commands through subsonic sound promos My verse coerced dolphins to shoot darts out of they blow holes Cow ping, Yao Ming might pop shots at Elroy How do you ring bells when you're a bellboy? I employ, I am a boss Harness the power of Alcatraz, Albatross 1000 proof alcohol What?!

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