Man Down

[Verse 1: Bukshot] The mood is hype now, rappers catchin' flights out People better pipe down, haters cut they lights out Is my mic on? Let's handle business, Larry Bird shit, all swishes I'm with the ruckus, lurkin' through the alleyways Stolen buckets, duckin' from these suckers Can't touch us, guess I'm in my Belly phase, motherfuckers eat Louisville Sluggers Ridin' for my dogs like John Wick, ballin' on you hoes from the cockpit Hit 'em in the mouth like Iron Mike, spit these bars, you might die tonight Why you hackin' on me homie? I'm likе Billy the Kid I'm like really thе shit, inside, pretty and weird I'm like 50, you hear? You might find your ego broken, layin' stiff in a pit Come on [Chorus: Bukshot] Man down, man down Don't you run, better stand your ground Raise up your flag and take your bag Fill it up with cash, hurry up, let's smash Man down, man down 9-1-1, tell 'em bad man down Watch your back, they stab, talk and act like that 'Til they crack they gats with a black ski mask Man down! [Verse 2: Slaine] Yeah! There's thorns in the crown of the king Blood shed from the war, we are drowned in the drink Raised in the sun, I’m the wildest of things And the love's been lost, the nostalgia, it stings But let's take it back for old times, where a thousand pack of X pills was a goldmine And the next thrill we chased was the kill, the taste Of these mushroom caps with Zkittlez, it's grape Cherry lime, lemon, fuck it, I can't feel my face These very fine women always were the illest snakes But I'm runnin' out of time rippin’ bills to break Real estate for mills and bigger deals to make Is it real or fake? Are you friend or foe? You wanna test the kid? I recommend you don't Still sick, the misfit with coca flows Fists hit like a brick, take this broken nose and go home [Chorus: Bukshot] Man down, man down Don't you run, better stand your ground Raise up your flag and take your bag Fill it up with cash, hurry up, let's smash Man down, man down 9-1-1, tell 'em bad man down Watch your back, they stab, talk and act like that 'Til they crack they gats with a black ski mask Man down! [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Got 'em yellin' "Man down" when I get up and speak So zip the body bag and go and put some bricks by their feet 'Cause I'ma make 'em go to sleep with the fish out deep And kill the witnesses so I don't draw additional heat Since Slaine ain't doin' drugs, give 'em to me I'm crushin' limitless pills that I sniff with a key On a bunch of ketamine but I ain't missin' a beat The Adderall keep me goin' 'til it's mission complete A sick puppy, motherfucker, better call up a vet I'm called a threat, collect when I'm callin' your bet Sleepy Hollow, I'ma take your head off of your neck And fuckin' laugh about it after like I'm Arthur Fleck I'll fuckin' load the shotty with buckshot In a Buc-ee's hoodie that I got from the truck stop A big buck hunter with the pot and the bloodshot Eyes on the prize, baby, this where the buck stops Webby! [Chorus: Bukshot] Man down, man down Don't you run, better stand your ground Raise up your flag and take your bag Fill it up with cash, hurry up, let's smash Man down, man down 9-1-1, tell 'em bad man down Watch your back, they stab, talk and act like that 'Til they crack they gats with a black ski mask Man down!