The Underground Avengers - Without a Trace

★ Verse 1: Bukshot ★
Dancin' with the devil, I'm just meaner
John Wick shit, no Ballerina
Mob boss, peep the demeanor
This Oblivion, 'bout to be a heater
You know that I always go for the throat
Jugular vampire, ain't no joke
But for real though, had I used my scope
There'd be a hole in your forehead size of a Coke
These other rappin' fuckboys, I'm not feelin' them
Put 'em in The Pit with Buk Norris and he's killin' them (killin' them)
That label on your beanie got me turnt up
Then sent off in the air, we call that murder

★ Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas ★
See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why)
Put that thing in they face (And they go bye)
Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45)
They disappear without a trace (Now they know why)

★ Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas ★
'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long
Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong
Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch
Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch

★ Verse 2: Boondox ★
I'm not the only one that will pop
With zero hesitation, put 'em in a box, it's a lock
And I don't give a single fuck 'bout who you are or you not
Bitch, if you want it with The Mob, bring a Glock and a mop
And pack a lunch and a suitcase, sendin' y'all to Hell
Shawty nutty as a fruitcake, treatin' them as stale
Shooters campin' on the roost spray, they're holy as a grail
Pull that Ruger out the loot crate, you know we never fail
And I'll be dancin' on your carpet, two-steppin' with The Reaper
When I knock you off your noggin' I'll be reppin' for The Creeper
Throw the seven in the sleeper, John Doe with a heater
Throw it back like a beeper, spillin' blood by the liter

★ Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas ★
See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why)
Put that thing in they face (And they go bye)
Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45)
They disappear without a trace (Now they know why)

★ Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas ★
'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long
Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong
Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch
Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch

★ Verse 3: Claas ★
Yeah!
Claas done make their eyes witness blood red (Yeah!), I don't give a fuck like I'm punching
Get it? These motherfuckers 'bout to know sin
I hit 'em with a sly smile, damn that shit's a cold grin (Yes)
Got my knuckles on a course for they whole chin (Blaaow)
Fold 'em 'cause they got bad hands, Texas Hold 'Em (Texas Hold 'Em)
Ha, guess they didn't listen when we told them
That we control 'em, men will be missing, yeah, when we rollin'
See, bitch, we golden, most of these rappers are fuckin' rodents
We keep it goin', I'm fuckin' fire, that shit is molten (Ha!)
And we ain't trollin', keepin' it savage like The Mongols and
Leave you and your homies unalive, here's where your road ends (Bye bye)
This shit's a time bomb 'bout to go off, detonate and laugh while we watch the world go dark (go dark)
Underground Avengers, we them GOATs
'Bout to blow this bitch to oblivion, this ain't a hoax

★ Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas ★
See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why)
Put that thing in they face (And they go bye)
Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45)
They disappear without a trace (Now they know why)

★ Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas ★
'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long
Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong
Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch
Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch