One 87 lyrics

[Intro: Hurra Season]
Ugh, Hurra Season oh ugh. Ugh
It's a murder man
Ugh, ugh

[Chorus: Hurra Season]
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler “Did he make it? Did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh

[Verse 1: Turncoat Dirty]
Full metal jackets hit the floor 'bout when I pull up on 'em unload
Can't even see the road from muzzle flashes and the gun smoke
They asses shoulda learned though, don't f*ck around with Turncoat
Dirty, hand back ashes to your mama with no urn hoe
A mortal vandal, I'm a savage with the ammo
Twin eagles in all flannel, clutch their handles like a camel
Tired of f*cking with these mammals on my last nerve
Go ahead on, light a couple candles for this bast*rd
I'm spilling blood like I was Kevin with the chili pot
Flame coming out the MAC-11 yeah that chili hot
Don't look surprised you 'bout to die, yeah hoe you really shot
Is it time to kiss yo ass goodbye? Naw there's really not

[Chorus: Hurra Season]
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
[Verse 2: Turncoat Dirty]
187 with that Wesson and it's letting 'em fly
Aggressive lessons with a weapon that’s how I'm letting 'em die
You wanna soak in gasoline and then go step in the fire
You must be smoking ketamine you fiend, I reckon you're high
So I'm 'bout to air this motherf*cker out
Come in the house, you're laying there on the f*cking couch
Spit on the tip and I put that b*tch in your f*cking mouth
Unload the clip until that click and I'm f*cking out
This southern devil, Frank Castle-ing these actors with savageness
Black talons leaving holes in these bast*rds it’s cavernous
Wendigo tearing through the flesh, my tactics are ravenous
Red mist out your b*tch ass, I swear that it's fabulous (It's a murder man)

[Chorus: Hurra Season]
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me

[Outro: Hurra Season]
Agh, it's the murder man, ah, mister murder man, yeah. It's a murder man, it's a murder man, it's a murder man