Body Bags

Describe this story as horrifying, would be an understatement

And if that sounds like a warning, then that's exactly what it's meant to be

It deals with human sacrifice by satanic cults

Pull the shotty then I pop one

Push it through his dome and make sure that his top gone

Thinkin' I'm a killer, bitch, you not wrong, don't make me drop some

Catch a body then debunk before the cops come

I spit that heat, I got a hot tongue

I'll make your heart numb and stop beatin'

Take you from your house sleepin', wake 'em up to a Michael mask screamin', got 'em askin' if they dreamin'

Blood fetish, I just like to see 'em bleedin'

Got a soul filled with flames, bitch I'm a demon, you don't want it with me

And yes, I'm different, that's why these motherfuckers envy

Speakin' wrong, bitch I'm pop this semi-automatic

I'm a dope then what you gettin' from these addicts

Got more bars than that xanny bottle sittin' in the cabinet

If you dissin', I put holes up in your fabric

Wrap your bitch ass up in plastic

Throw the body out in traffic

I black out, it just go static

I say don't get through, I'm tragic

When shoot this shit be grapic

Keep a Glock with a beam, bitch I got gadgets

Put 'em underground in the casket, hide the gun up in the mattress

And this rap come easy, I ain't never had to practice

But let 'em get to dissin', bet I pull my gun to fascists

Let 'em burn, rest in peace

Talkin' down, bitch you get hit

Shoot that gun, I bet you miss

I put these hollows in your lip

Like what you bangin', claim it

Swear you ain't have slingin'

Bitch I pull up on you, put them holes up in your faces

Let the black metal bust, put that pussy in the dust

Another body in the dutch, I let my Glock talk

Pussy we ain't got it, say we not soft

Walk his ass down and leave his body in the white truck

Kill 'em, bet that .223 come get 'em

When them bullets hit, they split 'em

I got rage in me

Bitch don't get up, pack your seat if you can hang with me

I got body bags to fill 'em, bitch don't play with me