Bukshot Proceed With Caution Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot]
Heathen god sittin' on his throne
Thinks about revenge, one who did him wrong
The ones who slandered, became rivals
Drank from decanters blood of false idols
Now they in the black smoke, Double Dragon
On the ground back float (back float), karma happened
D-Did I stutter? Check you like Stanley
You can run it back i-if you don't understand me

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
What's your horoscope? I'm a Taurus snortin' coke
Snipers, they need more than scopes, pass the mic, record a flow
Pull the trigger, let the morgue sort 'em out
And give me credit, I helped 'em meet The Lord
Ain't no atheist (atheist), I'm doin' The Lord's work
Put 'em in the earth while I rock a Horde shirt
Please forgive 'em (Please forgive 'em), these rappers stupid f*cks
It's ludicrous, they see us rockin' Kevlar but still shoot at us
Stop the bullshit just like the vest does, you see the full clip only with the best slugs
Makes no sense, Uncle Fester, Ukraine flag on your Jag, we in Teslas
Look at them all pressed up, looks like they spilled ketchup
All over they hoodie homie, time won't clean that mess up
Best proceed with caution, Uncle Buk is on one, happens pretty often
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Proceed with caution, I'm whippin' work in the cauldron
But listen, what's that costin'? Nunya! Proceed with caution
Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work)
Bitch I do The Lord's work (This the place to show work) Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work)
Bitch I do The Lord's work (Proceed with caution)

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Feel the vitriol within the words I'm spittin', y'all
I been known to hit it raw with lyrics drippin' fentanyl
So don't you dare come close to me or be another victim hauled
Off in the back of my trunk when the mission calls
I got stripes in the street like a zebra
Pull up on your bumper quick, you'll think it's Jeepers Creepers
Sickle and a bathrobe, mistook me for The Reaper
'Cause I promise death if they keep buggin' me 'bout features
Lightning strikes when I speak the mouth of madness
Don't know Marshall Mathers but I'm friends with Bubba Mathis
That sparks a conversation that your homie wants to talk about
I write it on a Post-It Note, remind me when I'm in the south
Catch my breath now, I don't judge, I'll let God be the judge, I'll just drag 'em through the mud
Then deliver them to his cloud, before I leave
I wipe the blood from my mug, ain't no f*ck, I'm Uncle Buk

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Proceed with caution, I'm whippin' work in the cauldron
But listen, what's that costin'? Nunya! Proceed with caution
Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work)
Bitch I do The Lord's work (This the place to show work)
Bitch I do The Lord's work (I do The Lord's work)
Bitch I do The Lord's work (Proceed with caution)