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insane poetry - home of the body bagz كلمات الأغنية

[intro: cyco & pope locc]
aye, f_ck it
thought you know we was lying and conquering n_gga
n_ggas ain’t knew
this is nitebreed n_gga sh_t (naw)
you in the home of body bags
aye, ah
motherf_ckers get rolled up like doja sacks around here (tripping on the o.e.)
i thought they knew (i don’t got the time for the o.e.)
and i’m p_ssed, i gotta bring it all for ’em, here it’s like this
home of body bags
[verse 1: cyco & pope locc]
i creep through the streets with my n_ggas and my piece (uh huh)
roll in buckets and the juice, f_cking n_ggas with the_
f_ck the police, cause the peaceful n_ggas over and they grеase motherf_ckers with somе heat
make a move and you’ll get beat (haha)
home of body bags fool when it’s done (uh huh)
tape off the scenery and notified, then it’s fun (then it’s fun)
sh_t is brung to yo block to execute (uh huh)
mac_11s c_cked
n_ggas raid yo block ready to shoot

n_ggas losing flesh when k!llers wet up sh_t (uh huh)
f_cking with these scandalous hoes and look to get set up quick (ah)
guess what b_tch? nightbreed is up all day
b_tch, you know my name, i’m insane (ha)
with half my brain (uh huh)
blown out from the shrooms making rap tunes
cause rap sells with rap tales
we’ll take you to the land where all the crack sells, we’ll blackmail
use blackmail tactics to get that cream
pistol seen in the room hold the n_ggas around the triple beam (uh huh)
zombies gleam at a chance to get a blast (yeah)
n_ggas scream “get the cash!”
bullet straps are quick to blast
quick to mash, time to dash
like seasoned salt
tweaking for the motherf_cking system cause we all falling victim
it’s some crazy sh_t (ah), that will f_ck with yo mind (uh huh)
that’s why you’ll find (yeah), i’m high and strapped with my nine (n_gga)
millimeter gat, even though i rap and make capes living
in the k!lling fields where everybody want they case (n_gga)
[chorus 1: cyco & pope locc]
it’s the home of the body bags
n_gga, k!ller cali (cali)
where n_ggas get dead for f_cking with a n_ggas caddy (uh huh)
it’s the home of the body bags
n_gga, that’s where it is (i’m right here babe, yeah)
where n_ggas run up and stick a gauge in your ribs

[verse 2: pope locc & cyco]
ha, ha, bloodslide
i’m coming to bring the ruckus for you motherf_ckers
hustler as in hip, get this nightbreed with them pink n_ggas (come on)
simp n_ggas retreat cause see we beat and break n_ggas like beat street till they greased
(blow)
we’ll come through your vicinities with ten of these black entities (haha)
twelve gauge, double hennies
plenty of avenues to choose when it comes to blasting fools (ah)
i’m asking who’s the first to make the eleven o’clock k!ll, n_gga
uh huh, i got tools in my box for you b_st_rds
when i was sixteen with the ratchet to twist you n_ggas caps backwards (blow)
it’s drastic in the gutter for you b_tch n_ggas and busters
cause like, robin harrison, sh_t, i’ll pull that motherf_cker (ha)
so just scoot your b_tch ass over and let this young n_gga show ya
you’ll get done away like fay and watch me run away like o.j
no way locc, the pope a nice dude
i shoot to k!ll like ice cube
so don’t you f_ck around and get smoked (smoked, n_gga)
because we running this motherf_cker so you sit and don’t say sh_t (don’t say sh_t)
because the west side nightbreed n_ggas ain’t the clique you want to play with (uh huh)
pick any n_gga up out of the breed and try to exceed your boundaries
you bound to get planted like a seed cause we cultivate n_ggas like weed (mmm)
heed the warning, i’ve been sworn in by my n_gga locc
then i released speaking, i’m seeking to leave n_ggas leaking they typo
ready to die for the n_ggas that i know, that nightbreed (yeah, yeah)
now you know like i know, now why the f_ck a n_gga got locked up (n_gga)
[chorus 2: cyco & pope locc]
it’s the home of the body bags
n_gga, k!ller cali (cali)
where n_ggas get dead for f_cking with a n_ggas caddy (uh huh)
it’s the home of the body bags
n_gga, that’s where it is (uh huh, yeah, sh_t)
where n_ggas run up and stick a gauge in your ribs (bow)
it’s the home of the body bags (uh)
n_gga, k!ller cali (come on)
where n_ggas get dead for f_cking with a n_ggas caddy (uh huh, yeah)
it’s the home of the body bags
n_gga, that’s where it is (come on)
where n_ggas run up and stick a gauge in your ribs (bla blow)

[outro: pope locc & cyco]
ha, uh, west side, n_gga (this is how it goes down)
1990 whatever (n_gga here)
touche n_gga (ah)
pope and cyco
f_ck everything else
nightbreed big pimping (insane poetry)
ha, n_gga, n_gga
realize it

- insane poetry

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