
SILENT VIOLENCE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Death is part of the life
You don't have to accept it
But I stay with my weapon
So when death come knocking
Bess come cocking
Double action hammers
I can't get caught lacking
Mossberg racking
And Glocks Popping Off
Like cork tops
When I'm Popping off
More shots
So please send more cops
So I can turn them pigs
Into pork chops
Get the hot sauce
Welcome to the land of mass shootings
Where idiots shoot up communion
Tell timberland and swiss
I ain't viewing
Another Versus
Unless it's the Confederates
Verse the Union
Cause I'm still feeling like
3/5 of a human
Being governed by Vladimir Putin
What's the difference in living in
Ukraine or Maine
When kids are being slain
What are we doing
Why are politicians
So damn lame
With no damn solution
Just causing damn confusion
Forget a President
I'm sick of that illusion
We got a problem Houston
Here's B-lieu's conclusion
I'm loading bullets that
Cause brain contusions
And severe bruising
I am Bass Reeves
Meets Bas Rutten
Got a hand cannon
Bout the size of Cam Newton
I'm not only combat ready
I am combat proven
So let's get to it
Let's get to it
Death is part of the life
You don't have to accept it
But I stay with my weapon
So when death come knocking
Bess come cocking
Double action hammers
I can't get caught lacking
Mossberg racking
And Glocks Popping Off
Like cork tops
When I'm Popping off
More shots
So please send more cops
So I can turn them pigs
Into pork chops
Get the hot sauce
I told y'all
Accidents happen
I transitioned from the hunted
To the hunter
I'm rabbit with the ratchet
Full metal jackets
Put the barrel to your cabbage
Put your brain on your ballot
Fuck your votes
And your stimulus package
Killing all false flaggers
And false facets
That go for fake politicians
And you fake pastors
Jon Patric
Bess
Do it to the death
I am made in God's image and likeness
I look like God in the flesh
I'm heavy when I step
Keep it hundred
When I poly with the Vets
I ain't rich
But bitch
I spread the wealth
I've been sick
Been revived
Back to health
Look to the hills
Which cometh my help
Still no help
Welp
Next, I guess
I will look to myself
It's B-lieu
Verses everybody
Fuck everybody else
Every gun on stealth
Every shotgun shell
Will bid you farewell
Like eBay
Put a A.P.B
Out on J.P.B
Cause this is D-Day