Boy in the Box

Yung Germ Waitin' for that boy preparing drop kicks Like the matches, burning 'em's an option Niggas put they head down when I pop in Can't see where I was, like a ni*ger in the mud Equivalent to twenty lashes, modern day Five punches to the face is on your dinner plate Go into the backyard nigga, dig your grave Soften up the dirt, prepare to get murked Pain, pain, pussy gang bang Insane rage, need a pay raise Sell crack, xans, fentanyl Take your drugs kiddo, they will make you grow up tall Cigarettes startin' to make a motherfucker cough Not even my bitch can get a motherfucker off Pull up to the party, niggas actin' like I'm soft I'ma stab that nigga 'til they fuckin' pull me off Mud got the boy in the box Flies fly around him while he rots Winter preserves him in the cold Covered up in fuckin' black mold Mud got the boy in the box Flies fly around him while he rots Winter preserves him in the cold Covered up in fuckin' black mold What you know 'bout catchin' bodies in that turf war? (Doo-doo-doo-) What you know 'bout catchin' bodies in that real war? (Bop-bop-bop) Ah, we throwin' bodies off the third floor (Nyoom) Ah, I hit your body with the Mossberg (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Ah, moshpit on the block Moshpit on our opps (Ewok, ewok) Moshpit on the cops (Ewok, ewok) Ah, cartridge with the stocks Heartless with the opps Park bench, he was shot (Bop-bop-bop-bop) Ah, I can't die before my time go (No-no) Rocket launchers like I'm Rondonumbanine though (Boom, boom) Big Glock .9 in my Number Nine clothes (Doo-doo-doo-doo) We skip stop signs, driving with my eyes closed (Nyoom-nyoom-nyoom) Mud got the boy in the box Flies fly around him while he rots Winter preserves him in the cold Covered up in fuckin' black mold Mud got the boy in the box Flies fly around him while he rots Winter preserves him in the cold Covered up in fuckin' black mold