Body Bag
Madchild, Domo Genesis, Oh No
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Don’t take it personal, I kick everybody ass And stocking mass on masses Zip you promptly in body bags I’m probably brash Filling myself like a molly bag Chopping grass Just chilling with my slime like a snotty rag Y’all niggas too complacent, basic We ain’t the same, it’s a shame I hate it that I got to Serve ‘em like a racist waitress The money motivation major while You’re chasing pavement Money make the bitch for me So call it changing faces No preventing all this venom in my sentiments Don’t need a suit and tie to tell These niggas what the business is Break ribs, bitches, dollar bills, Genesis Pop pain killers, pop pills We ain’t feeling shit So quit the chit-chatter Simmer all the jibber-jabber Chill with the image that you pitching after Real, one step in, your ass been in scattered You’ve never been a factor And I’m the benefactor Straight cash don’t get it backwards Baddie gladiator major for a Jabberjaw Saboteur Smoke a rapper like a bag of Labrador Matador came back in the game Looking like Sid Vicious F*ck the radio ‘cause trying to Make a hit misses baby dinosaur Don’t f*ck with me that’s sacrilege Crazy cracker cracking out a Spackled pterodactyl egg Hang you like a macramé My accolades are played out Barred barbarians are baffled never fade out Hear my laughter, that’s exactly what I said While I fill potato sacks Up with decapitated heads Conan the conqueror, I kill kids combatively Let the little monster out the cage ‘cause I’m a savage beast Heart’s a dark compartment i’m A dirty little dwarf The shit I spit’s acidic I should be admitted for it I had to let it go, gloomy from my vanity Now open up my mouth And I illuminate insanity Uh, look i seen the visions like Will Grant chasing dreams bodies rip apart Pardon my art I’m just painting scenes Like the artist But my art is part of an eccentric team Dirty up the party just because I’m partly sick of clean I lift a hood without the whipper Slick as Valvoline Got ‘em hooked like fiends pumping valve Valves of lean And I do it foul tyrant out of Aberdeen The Alpha E jamal ain’t got shit When I rob the scene It’s sniper vision hypertension with A rifle tripping But this mic is different it's High percentage delights niggas I'm finna snap, I use a snapper to wrap it up You ain’t got the juice unless my Bottle just slapped you up I box ‘em up to ship ‘em out A packing service If anybody claiming the animals I’m the taxidermist Bunch of rappers heads on the wall Damn it, their backs worthless That’s for acting nervous You Microsoft when I blast the surface no! I’m the kind of man that recognizes talent And when I find it I put it to work
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Written by: DOMINIQUE MARQUIS COLE, MICHAEL JACKSON, MICHAEL TAYLOR PERRETTA, SHANE JASON RALPH
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