Body Bag

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Project Deadman & Dayton Family - Rap

Body Bag

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[Intro] And let the, and let the games begin DAYTON FAMILY 2004 From the motherfuckin' Dayton Family And that nigga Prozak [Verse 1: Shoestring] Murder is my hobby ain't never merced sloppy You fuckin' with us then we'll be baggin' up your body The hand that rocked the cradle will stab a nigga fatal I bust a shot and left a nigga in the table Chase you through the castle I'll hang you like a lasso Whipped out the gauge on his ass I don't wrestle Bodies they be fallin' killas they be brawlin' Niggas comin' big I'm choppin' 'em down til they crawlin' Put you in a body bag hit you with the .44 mag I'll stretch you out and watch a motherfucker choke and gag What the fuck you thought this was nigga I ain't gotta lie Whoever cross Shoestring and Prozak, them bitches die Niggas know we gutted out all them hoes we runnin' out They tried to hide but them bitches they get hunted out Ain't nobody runnin' up bodies steady turnin' up And those snitches from your hood they was burnin' up [Hook] A body bag, fuck all you bitches you all die For fuckin' with that gangsta when he high You'll be leavin' in a body bag, Dayton Ave Gorillas Murder for skrilla fuck any nigga Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror Runny mascara fuck 'em all it's our era Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag [Verse 2: Prozak] You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted .45 automatic to your dome and now you uplifted I got the Glocks cocked and Bootleg got the buckshot And Shoestring with the 12 gauge put your ass in the grave plot With blood clots and gun shots the church bells be ringin' I'm out of my mind I'm out of control and my head just keeps spinnin' and uh I know I'll pay someday but fuck it anyway I'm homicidal and my thoughts be full of disarray I'm takin' it to another level of Midwest style We drinkin' the red rum while ya'll be sippin' Cristal Pathetic how motherfuckers out there be dissin' I stare at my reflection in a pool of blood glisten So listen close to the words that I prophesize A victim of genocide, get lost in a killas eyes It's Prozak and The TDF bitch you mad at me? What's on my mind is a motherfuckin' shootin' spree [Hook] A body bag, fuck all you bitches you all die For fuckin' with that gangsta when he high You'll be leavin' in a body bag, Dayton Ave Gorillas Murder for skrilla fuck any nigga Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror Runny mascara fuck 'em all it's our era Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag [Verse 3: Bootleg] Motherfuck the gimmick I get mine how I live it Rushin to get it I cut through the middle like Emmit I'm in it to win it never drop the ball in the scrimmage Local Dennis the menace set the world on fire when I finish Too late for repentance facin' this natural life sentence Murder one, for bustin' at bitches with my handgun Prozak, told me bust back, and ask questions later That's why I'm hollin' fuck 'em leanin' out the Navigator Since I was fourteen years old I been out of control The rental smash them bitches into telephone poles And I'm a natural born ghetto boy refusin' to perp Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework I'm out my mind and I stay high until the sun go down Homicide to suicide they make the world go round So ask your motherfuckin' Mammy did I hurt her What's on my mind it's a motherfuckin' murder nigga [Hook] A body bag, fuck all you bitches you all die For fuckin' with that gangsta when he high You'll be leavin' in a body bag, Dayton Ave Gorillas Murder for skrilla fuck any nigga Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror Runny mascara fuck 'em all it's our era Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag

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Credits

Writers
  • Mike E. Clark
  • Bootleg
  • Shoestring
  • Prozak