Body Bags

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot & Boondox] When I'm angry, burst into flames They call me demon, a legion, I got many names Hell's Kitchen, The Horde, The Lord of the Paradigm Shift! Yeah, they scared to die (Siths!) with a pair of nines Cocked pair of Glocks, wicked shit paradox Gloves in the trunk, I ain't scared to box I ain't scared to kill 'em all, watch 'em fall Pay attention to your scanners! Active shooters at the mall And we not here to target random people, only enemies If you not with The MOB, if you not down with MNE I feel the bump stock, you hеar the pump cock Fill 'em with buckshot, I see the punk drop Lit 'еm up, scattered shells and pick 'em up Anyone else feeling tough? Come on, bitch, I've got enough Black hoodie, leather gloves and a hockey mask Tell 'em where you put 'em at, zip 'em in them body bags [Chorus: Lo Key, Bukshot, & Boondox] They think they know me but I say they won't see We are not your homies, our church leaves you holy Talkin' 'bout them bullet holes coming from them Auto Mags This the one that shoulda known sliping, yeah, they got it bad Fuck around and put a whole hater on a body slab Rowdy like a Juggalo! Now they in some body bags! [Verse 2: Boondox & Bukshot] The Sig turn 'em sour, I'm droppin' 'em like a habit Pull metal up out the jacket, eat 'em up like a maggot I put it on automatic and then I let these bastards have it Stay huntin' like Elmer Fudd when I'm rascaling fucking rabbits Cuz I've had it (Cuz I've had it) and now it's time for reprisal Swear y'all leaving in a body bag, my hand on the Bible Other hand on the rifle, .34 in the magazine Fired me up and so I'm pouring the gasoline Ignoring the Vaseline and I'm going in dry And you will know when it's happening cuz the bullets will fly Put this one in your eye, another right in your mouth You're geekin' off, say goodbye when you are spitting them all out Loke and Buk with a heathen in tow Them haters go and load up and now you're bleeding for show That's all you're needin' to know, now watch 'em run for the doors But ain't nowhere they can go, you cannot run from The Horde Come on [Chorus: Lo Key, Bukshot, & Boondox] They think they know me but I say they won't see We are not your homies, our church leaves you holy Talkin' 'bout them bullet holes coming from them Auto Mags This the one that shoulda known sliping, yeah, they got it bad Fuck around and put a whole hater on a body slab Rowdy like a Juggalo! Now they in some body bags! [Verse 3: Lo Key] Lo Key but I'm known by many monikers Listened to by the gods and them comics that's puffin' chronic herb Goddammit, we hostile, demonic within harmonic curves Don't try to unlock it unless you prepared to drop and burn 'Cause we spit it vicious from Italy back to Old Kentucky Down to fuckin' GA to PA and back, we keeps it bloody They think they knowin' me, chokin' 'em with the rosary Slashing these fuckin' underground rappers across they ovaries I'll turn 'em into ground beef liver and spoiled groceries Plus they getting pistol whipped, spillin' on my upholstery Loke is a fuckin' menace, I dead 'em so they just zoning me An outcast in the underground 'cause they don't want the smoke from me I'm openly shitting in your fucking mouth, broken teeth Fuck around go and see I've got twenty-eight deceased Underneath the devil tree, excuse me while I spit a curse Leaving all these body bags melted to the fuckin' Earth [Chorus: Lo Key, Bukshot, & Boondox] They think they know me but I say they won't see We are not your homies, our church leaves you holy Talkin' 'bout them bullet holes coming from them Auto Mags Bet you one but shut it though sleeping, yeah, they got it bad Fuck around and put a whole hater on a body slab Body like a Juggalo! Now they in some body bags!