Dead Bodies

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dope-E] Look around and tell me what you see Nothing but catastrophes by the Dope-E This ain't no game, nigga, I don't fuck around I'll stuff your body in a garbage can downtown See, that's the hardcore life of the street game With freaks attained, a nigga's face'll get rearranged Into bloody Play-Doh, that's the way it go And by the time you think you know the time it ain't no mo' You see, I'm just waiting for a fool So I could use his blood for my backyard pool Damn, these niggas think I'mof bullshittin' And fuck all that hittin', I'ma let my .9 start clicking I did a job, I had to rob the mob All their ass died 'cause they can't squab Terrorist style, battle to the very end So many fatal weapons, I'm taking out all your men And with my rifle and a scope to spot them I'ma shoot my whole column 'til I dot 'em and I got 'em You better wish upon a fucking star 'Cause when my blood heats up, I'm hotter than steaming tar Dead bodies [Interlude: Dope-E] Sending out a death shout, to my boy Point Blank May he rest in Peace (What?! They done killed my nigga Blank?!) [Verse 2: Point Blank] No, uh-huh, that's bullshit I'm a walking corpse waking up from a deep sleep 'Balming fluid in my body, still counting sheep With a 100 dead men, watching my back I died smoking primos, they died smoking crack Now it's time for us to rise And all the niggas that dissed me in the past: surprise I get crazy thoughts that make me laugh Like put you in the ground, dig you up then kill your ass How that sound, Dope? (It sound good to me) What about you, Ganksta NIP? (86 them niggas speak) So if ya need some more info, check the mail 'Cause that's what marks the beginning of Blank's blood trail And if you make it to the end I put a pistol to my head 'cause you gotta be a rough man But ain't no nigga, harder than the Point Blank So, bitch, you owe me an apology (I'm sorry!) P-O-I-N to the motherfuckin' T, Blank Wreck shit like a tank, dank makes me get ill That's why the motherfuckin' morgue is filled, full of dead bodies [Verse 3: Dope-E] Reminiscing, about way back when As roggish as I was, I should've been in the pen Killing ain't no thang, I must be insane Snatch a little girl's umbrella and ask her could she stand the rain My brain is disassembled, life I can't handle But that's what I get for throwing away my brain instruction manual Robbed an old lady, went to court, didn't care 'Cause I beat on the ear, till her hearing was impaired The judge could convict me, on where that occurred 'Cause the pipe I beat her with, made her speak with a slur I'm dissing, but never ever, kissing, the next man's rump Don't make me get my pump Chump change, pennies, nickles and dimes I need bus fair, give it here, it's mine South Park brother, from the South y'all And don't you ever run up on me And try and scold me, or even bluff me Or better off shoot me It takes a whole task force to handcuff me I'm strong, street smart is the way to be No hesitation, I strike instantly like a cobra You better off staying sober Living on the edge, looking over your shoulder I'm a maniac, when I react I attack With a baseball bat with intentions to crack Skulls and ribs, leaving mortal remains Temporary insanity, I'm forever deranged Now look at me, and tell me what you see How old do I look 'cause I can only count to three I need an education, to give me hope I need some money, so now I'm selling dope E behind bars, a cement wall With no one to write to, or no one to call And if I ever have a change to do it over I would, do it just like I did before: hardcore Leaving dead bodies Leaving dead bodies Dead bodies