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boondox and bukshot - body bags كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: bukshot & boondox]
when i’m angry burst into flames
they call me demon, a legion, i got many names
h_ll’s kitchen, the horde, the lord of the paradigm
shift! they scared to die (yes!) with a pair of nines
c_cked pair of glocks, wicked sh_t paradox
gloves in the trunk, i ain’t scared to box
i ain’t scared to k!ll ’em all, watch ’em fall
pay attention to your scanners! happy 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 hear thе pump c_ck
fill ’em with buckshot, i see the punk drop
lit ’em up, scattеred sh_lls and pick ’em up
anyone else feeling tough? come on b_tch i’ve got enough
black hoodie, leather gloves and a hockey mask
tell ’em we report ’em as zip ’em in the 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
get you i’ma shutter those sleeping, yeah, they got a bag
f_ck around and put a whole hater on a body slab
rocking 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 b_st_rds have it
stay huntin’ like elmer fudd when i’m rascaling f_cking rabbits
’cause i’ve had it (’cause 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
fire me up and so i’m pouring the gasoline
ignoring the vaseline and i’m going in dry
and you will know when this happening ’cause the bullets will fly
put this one in your eye, another right in your mouth
we geekin’ out, 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
it’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
get you i’ma shutter those sleeping, yeah, they got a bag
f_ck around and put a whole hater on a body slab
rocking 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 pumping 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 in places from italy back to old kentucky
down to f_ckin’ ga to pa and back, we keeps it bl__dy
they think they knowin’ me, chokin’ ’em with the rosary
slashing these f_ckin’ underground rappers across they ovaries
i turn ’em into ground beef liver with spoiled groceries
plus they getting pistol whipped spill into my upholstery
loke is a f_ckin’ menace, i dead ’em so they disowning me
an outcast in the underground ’cause they don’t want the smoke from me
i’m openly sh_tting in your f_cking mouth, broken t__th
f_ck 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 f_ckin’ 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
get you i’ma shutter those sleeping, yeah, they got a bag
f_ck around and put a whole hater on a body slab
rocking like a juggalo! now they in some body bags!

- boondox and bukshot

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