"Take An L (Remix)" lyrics

[Bukshot:]
Why you wanna fuck with a psychopath? (Psychopath)
With all the tools in his bag but a Michael mask (Michael mask)
Promise this ain't no game (No game)
Legit, off-balance, we are not the same (Not the same)
Halloween, stop and come follow me
Grab the magazine, that's chopper dichotomy (Dichotomy)
When it comes to revenge I'm a prodigy
Want to take me out? I'll be waiting at Hallowbleed (Hallowbleed)
Nobodies talked shit, can't back it up (Back it up)
We the mob, that's like kids tryin' to tackle us (Tackle us)
Bring a storm, you'll be lost like Gilligan
Bitches takin' L's, Kentucky to Michigan

They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can ('Cause I can)
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can ('Cause I can)
Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect)
Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks
Like (Like)
Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg
Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg

Hey yo! These motherfuckers ain't winning, dawg! Y'all thought you was on top? Shit! Fuck outta here! Deadman speak on it!

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
So what they know about the dead? Stay blessed
Die cold, arsenal ammo leavin' a mess
I'm the epitome of death so they get no rest
Hauntin' like a shadow out the shade, you gon' catch a fade
You'll get caught up in the raid and the rapture
Of the shotgun shells as we put 'em out to pasture (Bam!)
Been talkin' that talk without the walk
Ain't got a clue about them killers, how we stalking, what we do to get the W (Run it!)
Bringin' trouble to your whole fam (Whole fam)
Army full of goons got you in a jam
Squeeze 'em out is the plan (Pow!)
Serve 'em all the L on a platter (On a platter)
So bitches need to stop with the chatter
Take an L

[Bukshot {Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot}:]
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" {'Cause I can ('Cause I can)}
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" {'Cause I can ('Cause I can)}
Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect)
Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks
Like (Like)
Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg
Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg

[Bukshot:]
You know what they call someone who will drop anybody, any place, anytime? On the drop of a dime? That's an Anybody Killa. That's some drive-by shit!

[Anybody Killa:]
Orange and blacken up your night, call me Killa bitch, I'm crazy
Stabbing at your heartstrings, cut you up like hazy
Acting hella devilish, The Entity is coming
The evil has you worried, something wicked got you running
We underground so every day we looking like a demon
If you know me then you know how I be every Hallow-season
Wolfing out with my braids loose, growling at the anger
Talking like it's funny is gonna put you in some danger
Lookin' out through a scope, about to hit you where it hurts
A bloody situation you can't clean when it squirts
Murder murder kill kill if you hating like a bitch
Flop your ghost in the river, have you sleeping with the fish

[Bukshot {Anybody Killa & Bukshot}:]
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" {'Cause I can ('Cause I can)}
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" {'Cause I can ('Cause I can)}
Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect)
Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks
Like (Like)
Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg
Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg

[Bukshot:]
You ever met a motherfucker? The second you turn around, they cut your fuckin' throat? Probably not! You're still here, ain't ya? Yo Dirty! That man, he don't steal, he kill!

[Turncoat Dirty:]
Trick or treat, it's Dirty at your doorbell
Open up to greet me, you'll be deader than a doornail
Take an L, I'll carve it in your forehead
Leavin' your body pale while turnin' your motherfuckin' door red
Insidious (insidious) and now you're lookin' hideous
With slices in your jugular, welcome to amphibious
I'm pitiless (pitiless) and do not comprehend compassion
Majik Ninja cuttin', slashin', with the Glock I'm fuckin' blastin'
Call the cops to stop us, ask and pray to God I'll pass you over
Gettin' hallows even on the last day of October
Feel that tap up on your shoulder, now you ain't feelin' shit
Up there with Jehovah by the time you know you're hit (Know you're hit)

[Bukshot {Turncoat Dirty & Bukshot}:]
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" {'Cause I can ('Cause I can)}
They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" {'Cause I can ('Cause I can)}
Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect)
Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks
Like (Like)
Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg
Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg