Body Count

Lyrics
Yeah, it's hotter than a mutha fucka, Yeah One, two Groove is coming for you Three, four better lock yo door Five, Six ha ha Mic check one, two I'm going in Full bore psychopathic I spit war a blend Of Leather-face with a chain-saw and Amadeus So I cut your head off while I'm ascribing classic material Urban hero leavin' you niggas less than zero Personified evil I'm stuntin' Knievel So say your prayers player I coach em up Hater's I toke em up Hangman they hangin' I choke em up Caviar's broken up see me focus the flame Focus my vision 20/20 aim dead-eye Then I hop the red-eye with red eyes Headed to Bedstuy where Biggie Smalls and Blackstar shine (you feel me) You couldn't kill me with assistance from Cancer or Aids I'm the antidote for any viral stain Set the precedence set the bar then set it plural You niggas tag your name while my can's paining a mural I'm hostile my mob style is wild I Mob Deep like Prodigy cause Havoc in the Mile I'm savage And I don't smile I can't love won't budge Won't loose the life of the wild deuce And you don't wanna see the silver shells that I be holdin' I'm poppin' at wolves in sheep's clothing Wild West roaming on my Trojan Horse I'm a rider And my chariots cause fire when they are in motion Maximum velocity Maximus Maximize the profit margin every time that the God bless My success is no stretch of the imagination You are stress and I am clinical medication I'm a breath of fresh air a cool breeze The old West mixed with new West a new breed The man with the iron or the God with the hammer Captain with the shield Hawkeye aim them caps get peeled And I won't stammer or stutter I keep it grimey gritty and gutter like no other So give me a light and give me the mic And watch the flames burn on each and every phrase that I recite An incendiary device shit weapon of war I explode on contact I'm nuclear So call in the troops no need to lie to the public with a false excuse I show and proove I bomb the booth As I proceed to gather proceeds Process the paperbacks swimming in a revenue stream And my form of expression is the best man Check out my introspection lethal injection Simply perfection So who's next man to get wrecked and stretched an Who's the next nigga to play catch with my tech damn I'm a stop there I'm a stop adding to the body count I swear
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Credits
- Writers
- Mr. Groove