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lirik lagu body bags – boondox and bukshot

[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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