Bodies in the Trunk

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Veeko Caine] About to go where no spitter's gone Veeko ready, don't need a gun Big machete right through your lung Swipe the evidence, then I'm gone Anybody want to fuck around and test me Knock you to the ground and you can't contest me I don't think you're real and you won't impress me Runnin' from the law but they can't arrest me I spit it with venomous lyrics, with mad precision, listen My sickle is infamous puttin' you out of commission, wishin' I'm in your crib tearin' it up, livin' it up, drinkin' it up Smokin' it up, a Reel Wolf howl at night Light the sky with a tracer round, punks gonna hit the ground Frown when I come around, them clowns, gonna clap 'em loud Want a problema? You want to be rough, Veeko Caine con la llama te quema Wearin' bandanas don't make you a dog, it increases your chance for dilemmas [Chorus] Bodies in the trunk! Bodies in the trunk! Bodies in the trunk! We don't give a what! Bodies in the trunk! We don't give a fuck! Treat me like a punk, you end up in my trunk [Verse 2: Mersinary] I'm calculated when it comes to murder Shake your hand and shoot you with a burner Drop some poison inside your drink Here's a natural talent, I ain't got to think Got a blade in my hand and I'm ready to kill Got pickup trucks, some more bodies to fill On a haunted hill like Cypress Hill I'm out for thrills, I'm poppin' pills Little bit of gasoline left the body torched Lookin' like Paul Walker when he crashed his Porsche Leavin' no witnesses, Xing out the source One word I don't understand is remorse Hangin' heads from a ceiling like a chandelier See The Devil every time I look in the mirror To The Man Upstairs, go fuck yourself Life been too hard, I ain't get no help So I take my anger out on the ignorance I'm hoggin' all the stash just to pay the rent 1AM, High Park, it's a main event Approach the victim with a bullshit alias Pleading for his life, seeing what I'm aiming with On some crazy shit like Norman Bates Givin' work to the cops so why the hate? Don't be mad at God 'cause I decide your fate [Chorus] Bodies in the trunk! Bodies in the trunk! Bodies in the trunk! We don't give a what! Bodies in the trunk! We don't give a fuck! Treat me like a punk, you end up in my trunk [Verse 3: Seen B] I'm a killer, don't get the wrong impression Quick to buck ya down with the Smith & Wesson Bodies in the town so I keep 'em guessin' Pullin' up the Pound, have them ingestin' Spit a couple rounds so you learn your lesson I don't give a fuck, this my profession Fiendin' for the blood from a murder session Chop your body up so there ain't no question No arrest when I perform hits It's a Reel Wolf pack and we swarm shit Come through equipped like Desert Storm shit Leave your people in despair to mourn it United like Children of the Corn shit Dirty white affiliates and we bombin' Put you underground just like Saddam went Four hooligans with tools and shovels Burn you at the stake so your body bubbles Turn away and walk, you don't want no trouble We respond to threats and it's on the double Hit you in the chest when it's time to rumble Pick you out my teeth like a pot of gumbo Spit you on the street then I walk and stumble Sodom and Gomorrah, I watch you crumble The seven-headed beast, I stalk the jungle [Chorus] Bodies in the trunk! Bodies in the trunk! Bodies in the trunk! We don't give a what! Bodies in the trunk! We don't give a fuck! Treat me like a punk, you end up in my trunk