Body Bag

[Intro:]

Yo, yo, yo ,yo. Bodies everywhere, bodies everywhere. Bunch of corps. Fuck ass corps. Yo, yo.  Go in. Ooooooh. dB Cutlass (yo). Soul Dope forever, nigga

[Verse 1: dB Cutlass]

Scum of the earth. I kick the bucket and curse. At the heaven right above us, what the fuck is worth. I see the mothers at the church. Under covers try to cuff us and we subjects to
Search. I just come from the dirt. I got a blunt n perk. I don't rumble with earth. I got the gun and a vert. I don't fumble a word. I was born in the bottom. Blow the horn if you doubt him. My art of war heavy you throwing swords at a mountain. Cue the boards while I'm
Bouncing. Ideas, we buy beers. Leaning of my peers, Ikeas and fine chairs. I was right here, quite clear. We bite ears, like Mike Tyson. Prize fight, we non fear. I was some other shit. Parliament, Frankenstein, Mother Ship. I ain't have a dime, but I'm busting shit. Might refine my rebuttal with. Imma have my nine and be incline to muffle it. Yeah!

[Chorus:]

This body bag need a Bouquet
You don't want that pressure, nigga
His body drag leave him blue gray
You don't want that pressure, nigga
We gutting fishes like a Soufflé
You don't want that pressure, nigga
Tell them bitches it's a new day
You don't want that pressure, nigga

[Verse 2: Cellz Grammz]

First mistake she fell in love with this author. She could've lived forever better yet, never get brought up. Either way, if the soil could talk it's gone cough blood up. I don't complain about supporters
If you like Cellz Grammz come buy a quarter. And if I like the box I might court her. Snoozing. Fucked around almost
Got caught up flirting with death every time she call up. I can't ignore her. Her pussy water. Now tell that girl I'm trying to slaughter. Don't believe in torture? Shit you ought. Order 50 Shades, and hide your daughter. Cross the boarder. New World Order. Where they rather record ya than get them cops up off ya. Rest In Peace, Eric Gardner. Too many IG activists and Facebook reporters. Might turn on CNN
And watch a horror. Dear law enforcer. Thought you swore to
Protect and serve not even sort of. Jumped out of windows. Still fell shorter. The late Huey Newton in my former was born to fornicate with the corner. Norman Bates with aura

[Chorus:]

This body bag need a Bouquet
You don't want that pressure, nigga
His body drag leave him blue gray
You don't want that pressure, nigga
We gutting fishes like a Soufflé
You don't want that pressure, nigga
Tell them bitches it's a new day
You don't want that pressure, nigga


[Verse 3: dB Cutlass]

The body bag drag on the ave. I don't have a stick, I have a staff. I don't have a clique, I have the mass. In the palm of my grasp. I'm spitting napalm till it blast. Niggas is trash. Need to be place with rubbish. Put they face under covers. Ain't no space for the others
Fuck it. We wasting them suckers. Word! We bending corners and swerve. These niggas try bite me, but this biting this curb. The cypha emerge. Niggas enlighten, the skills have been heighten. A similar titan. You want this wave but the violence will surge. These niggas soft a bunch me too's. We dropping these jewels. A bunch Hebrews. House of pain jumping these pussies. Watching my feet move. Stomp niggas in blood puddles in these shoes. I buy a new pair, but who care, don't shoot fair. I'm all for the W likes it Wu Wear

[Chorus:]

This body bag need a Bouquet
You don't want that pressure, nigga
His body drag leave him blue gray
You don't want that pressure, nigga
We gutting fishes like a Soufflé
You don't want that pressure, nigga
Tell them bitches it's a new day
You don't want that pressure, nigga

[Outro: Dialouge]

Ya take a good look of this lump of shit. Remember what it looks like
You fuck up in a fire fight and I goddamn guarantee you a trip outta the bush. In a body bag!