Headhunter (feat. Bambu) - Rocky Rivera, Bambu

I’m a fighter for freedom

Maker, dying to meet her

Beautiful mind, love for the pain

Like I was Frida, outta pocket like pita

Scandalous señorita in a pancho rappin'

You salty like margarita

I’m a killer for hire

Aim and I’m spittin' bullets

Itchy palms, I scratch

And trigger fingers, I pull it

I’m more than just an assassin

I’m plotting on politicians

Leaving em in the gutter

Goodbye, good fucking riddance

Queen of the Underground

Mercenaries a-plenty

Got ‘em in different colors, we ready bucking a semi

Ain’t it about a bitch that we finally got together

And put difference aside

Now we strugglin' for the better

We killing ‘em fast, killin' ‘em slow

Look at em go

Scatter like cock-a-roaches when I’m busting down doors

I’m disturbing the peace

Obviously, these idiots don’t want nothin' ‘cause

My warrior blood is pumping, and I GOTTA kill me something

Bambu’s Verse:

A retired freedom fighter… I'm such a liar

I ain’t leavin' til' every juvenile prison on fire

Gasoline strike a match, get that pig off my back

Like Bobby Hutton come back to life every time I rap

All you talkin' is trap, cookin' and baggin' crack

I know that for a fact Rocky seen more jail than you rats

Now I sit in your class and tell your teacher to sit down

Gangster of Love (2013)

Cross your hands in your lap and don’t you make a fuckin' sound

(Break it down)

You must be missin' that common sense

Part of your brain that should go off

When you see schools losin' teachers

Seniors drop out by the fall (homie)

Y’all out here trippin' off of shit that don’t hold weight

Bench press bars over your head, hold it and brace, hold up wait

Aim shoot like a 22 to ricochet inside of you

And move you like you rockin' a tu-tu and ballerina shoes

So I feel you when you sling, I feel you when you rob

And ‘em schools ain’t teach you shit so you ain’t ready for no job…

Rocky and Bambu verse:

(Rocky)

My feminine wiles ready to set up a trap

Men are so predictable especially when a lady can rap

I, deceptively corner him into an alley and pull out my .45

A wink and a smile, he startin' to cry

I blow him a kiss goodbye

(Bambu)

And by the grace of all that’s holy

Fuck out my face you phony

Don’t let my ideology get the best of you, homie

You can catch it direct all that peace shit I rep

Go flyin' out the window

You shoulda took off when you heard the click…

(Rocky)

…Clack Boom

Off with their heads, Off with their heads!

It’s the Queen of Hearts and with your blood

I’m painting the roses red

It’s a dog-eat-dog

Every man for themself, who got my back?

When the animals attack, what’s the haps?

It’s a wrap

(Bam)

That’s how you know that the pistol holder’s in the venue

I just spray the fuckin' room ‘cause I got baby laundry get to

Cannibal tattoos where actual cannibals reside

Pigs roasted, island-style, and we might bury you alive

It go — g-a n-g-s-t-e-r

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