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Body Bag
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Body Bag was released on July 28, 2017 by Battle Axe as a part of the album The Darkest Hour
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Release DateJuly 28, 2017
LabelBattle Axe
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madchild
Madchild
Vocals
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Performer
Oh No
Oh No
Performer
Evidence
Evidence
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Perretta
Michael Perretta
Songwriter
Shane Jason Ralph
Shane Jason Ralph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evidence
Evidence
Producer

Lyrics

Don't take it personal, I kick everybody ass
And stockin' mass on masses, zip you promptly in body bags
I'm probably brash, fillin' myself like a molly bag
Choppin' grass, just chillin' with my slime like a snotty rag
Y'all **** 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 chasin' pavement
Money make the bitch feel late, so call it changin' faces
No preventin' all this venom in my sentiments
Don't need a suit and tie to tell these **** what the business is
Break ribs, bitches, dollar bills, Genesis
Pop pain killers, pop pills, we ain't feelin' shit
So, quit the chit-chatter, simmer all the jibber-jabber
Chill with the image that you pitchin' after
Real, one step in, your ass been in scattered
You never been a factor, and I'm the benefactor
Straight cash, don't get it backwards
Baddie gladiator major for a jabber-jaw
Saboteur
Smoke a rapper like a bag of Labrador
Matador
Came back in the game lookin' like Sid Vicious
Fuck the radio 'cause tryin' to make a hit misses
Baby dinosaur, don't fuck with me, that’s sacrilege
Crazy cracker crackin' 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
Look
I seen the visions like Will Grant chasin' dreams
Bodies rip apart, pardon my art I'm just paintin' 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, pumpin' valve, valves of lean
And I do it foul, a tyrant out of Aberdeen
The Alpha E., Jamal ain't got shit when I rob the scene
It's sniper vision, hyper-tension with a rifle trippin'
But this mic is different, it's high percentage delights, ****
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 packin' service
If anybody claimin' the animals, I'm the taxidermist
Bunch of rappers' heads on the wall
Damn it, they backs' worthless
That's for actin' 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
Written by: Michael Perretta, Shane Jason Ralph
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