lyrics:
i done came in witha stick and sum medicine
buddy was talking his shit is was “menacing”
i got the drop on the stick he wont let us in
im bouta pop on that bitch in my letterman
we in this bitch imma pop out the cut
he smugling shit talking bags out the butt
we take a picture nitch i didnt see the motherfucker in the trunk
in the picture bitch i didnt see the motherucker getting drunk

aye like shoot bruh
move bruh
talking klu klux, nuked us
he on that bitch shit 
misfit
get your wigsplit, big bitch.
im talking hotshit, pop it
we do this often, off him
im on yo block with shotgun
he wanna talk i drop one

im onna costa rica bitch
i wasnt posed’ to meet you bitch
im getting close to features bitch
im getting close defeat this shit
im on a path to off one too
i didnt have drop you dude
he got the max like 50 dudes
im in the back 50 goons
i fuck it up like oh my god
im in the truck like hold my rod
he wanna buck i bring the pot
we pulling up to notredam
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NOTREDAME//PISS N' SHIT! (p. TRACY ZOMBIE)

run up v2: https://soundcloud.com/83hades/biggun

(V1) 83HADES - BIG GUN FREESTYLE

Track 1 of Hunting Season by Hatchetsaw

produced & masterd by me
featuring @lyface

lyrics.


Hatchet.

Custom glock 17, shooting clips at yo bitch mf ass
In the humvee with Facelesss, bitch we shattering skulls like its some mf glass
Fully loaded mag, in my mf spas
A faggot in my sight, yeah watch him spaz
Gut then beat him with my bare fucking hands
Selling that shit and making hella stacks

Did I tell you the definition of insanity?
Chopper gunners bring the motherfucking calamity
we tear the skin of his face, pure brutality bitch
Pushing the traitors to insanity
Pushing my fucking blade to his motherfucking cavity
Sending death threats to his mf family
My bullets delete you from reality bitch

Got UAVs in the skies, we can see you on the radar
Got my sights on his head, bitch he wont get far
Got to much swag bitch, you gon get smoke a cigar
SPAS 12 on my hip, bitch call me fucking tsar (faggot)

Got UAVs in the skies, we see you on the radar
Got my sights on his head, bitch he wont get far
To much swag bitch, you gon get smoke a cigar
SPAS 12 on my hip bitch, call me fucking tsar

Facelesss.

Faggot in my iron sights shoot u with my mf carbine
Stomp on a mf Land mine
Watch out nigga imma stab u from Behind
Stand In line put a nine in yo brain like a mf Combine
Stand In line put a nine in yo brain like a mf Combine

Got a Glock on my hip with a custom grip
I got too much drip ur about to get clipped
Taking psychedelics now I’m gonna fucking trip
Ak with a drum mag that’s what i have equipped 
x3

Ak on my back, fully strapped with the fucking mag
x2

Dessert eagle in my hand
Casings all over the sand Sand
Uav in the sky
Finna get fucking Scanned
x2

Ak on my back, fully strapped with the fucking mag
Ak on my back, fully strapped with the fu--

Got a Glock on my hip with a custom grip
I got too much drip ur about to get clipped
Taking psychedelics now I’m gonna fucking trip
Ak with a drum mag that’s what i have equipped 
x2

HUNTSMAN W/ FACELESSS [HATCHET]

Jenna Ortega

Lyrics

I be a veteran, you be a rookie
Like we not the same
You cannot touch on my rank
Boy like what do you think
You cannot touch on my rank
You cannot touch on my rank
You cannot touch on my rank
P*ssy boy what do you think
Touch on my chain you insane, leave you dead without a trace
40 Round clip, you know I leave you erased
Tell me like what you gon' claim, tell me if you gonna bang
Making the green, not talking dank
You know I'm breaking the bank
Toting the chrome, try to be my favorite h*e
Ring, ring, hit up my phone
Leave a message right at the tone, leave me alone
I'm in the zone

Pick up the phone, I cannot f*ck with this h*e
Kicked her a*s to the street, she not for me no more
Hop in the lamb, nah it be a wraith, it a 2 door
I like my sl*ts, you know that's what I adore
You know I'm moving too quick, you know I'm wanting some more
Counting these bands, stacking it up in the Accord
Doing my sh*t, I be so different, they wanting more
She want me now, she wanting me, she for the lore

Need I say again, I been making bands yeah
Pop that boy, pop that boy like a xann
You want to be happy? Fly that boy Peter Pan
You not with the sh*t, boy you cannot just pretend

All of my b*tches be 10, none of them be average
I cannot f*ck with no bad b*tch, need a savage
I'm gonna laugh to the bank
B*tch I don't care what you think
You wanted war, huh, yeah, 
Pull up with the tank
I be a veteran, you be a rookie, like you cannot touch on my rank
I got my letterman, how many times must I just say
We not the same
Step on the scene, sip on my medicine
You know I leave it erased

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