Body Bag

Don't take it personal, I kick everybody ass

And stocking mass on masses, zippy propping and body bags

I'm probably brash, filling myself like a Chopping grass, just chilling with my slime like a snotty rag

Y'all niggas too complacent, basic

We ain't the same, it's a shame

I hate it that I got to serve 'em like a racist waitress

The money motivation major while you're chasing pavement

Money make the bitch for me, so call it changing faces

No preventing all this venom in my sentiments

Don't need a suit and tie to tell these niggas what their business is

Break ribs, bitches, dollar bills, Genesis

Pop pain killers, pop pills, we ain't feeling shit

So quit the chit-chatter, simmer all the jibber-jabber

Chill with the image that you pitching after

Real, one step in, your ass been in scattered

You've never been a factor, and I'm the benefactor

Straight cash, don't get it backwards

Baddie gladiator major for a Jabberjaw

Saboteur

Smoke a rapper like a bag of Labrador

Matador

Came back in the game looking like Sid Vicious

Fuck the radio 'cause trying to make a hit misses

Baby dinosaur, don't fuck with me that's sacrilege

Crazy cracker cracking out, a spackled pterodactyl egg

Hanging like macramé, my accolades are played out

Barred barbarians are baffled never fade out

Hear my laughter, that's exactly what I said

While I fill potato sacks up with decapitated heads

Conan the conqueror, I kill kids combatively

Let the little monster out the cage 'cause I'm a savage beast

Heart's a dark compartment, I'm a dirty little dwarf

The shit I spit's acidic, I should be admitted for it

I had to let it go, gloomy from my vanity

Now open up my mouth and I illuminate insanity

Uh, look

I seen the visions like Will Grant chasing dreams

Bodies rip apart, pardon my art I'm just painting scenes

Like the artist, but my art is part of an eccentric team

Dirty up the party just because I'm partly sick of clean

I lift a hood without the whipper, slick as Valvoline

Got 'em hooked like fiends, pumping valve, valves of lean

And I do it violent, tyrant out of Aberdeen

The Alpha E. Jamal ain't got shit when I rob the scene

It's sniper vision, high pretention with a rifle tripping

But this mic is different, its half percentage delights niggas

I finished nap, I use a snapple to wrap it up

You ain't got the juice unless my bottle just slapped you up

I box 'em up to ship 'em out, a packing service

If anybody claiming the animals, I'm the taxidermist

Bunch of rappers heads on the wall

Damn it, their backs worthless

That's for acting nervous

You Microsoft when I blast the surface

No!...

I'm the kind of man that recognizes talent

And when I find it I put it to work