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letra de body bag - bambeatz x db cutlass

[intro:]

yo, yo, yo ,yo. bodies everywhere, bodies everywhere. bunch of corps. f-ck ass corps. yo, yo. go in. ooooooh. db cutlass (yo). soul dope forever, n-gga

[verse 1: db cutlass]

scum of the earth. i kick the bucket and curse. at the heaven right above us, what the f-ck 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 h-rn 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 sh-t. parliament, frankenstein, mother ship. i ain’t have a dime, but i’m busting sh-t. might refine my reb-ttal with. imma have my nine and be incline to m-ffle it. yeah!

[chorus:]

this body bag need a bouquet
you don’t want that pressure, n-gga
his body drag leave him blue gray
you don’t want that pressure, n-gga
we gutting fishes like a soufflé
you don’t want that pressure, n-gga
tell them b-tches it’s a new day
you don’t want that pressure, n-gga

[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. f-cked around almost
got caught up flirting with death every time she call up. i can’t ignore her. her p-ssy water. now tell that girl i’m trying to slaughter. don’t believe in torture? sh-t 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:]

[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. n-ggas is trash. need to be place with rubbish. put they face under covers. ain’t no sp-ce for the others
f-ck it. we wasting them suckers. word! we bending corners and swerve. these n-ggas try bite me, but this biting this curb. the cypha emerge. n-ggas enlighten, the sk!lls have been heighten. a similar titan. you want this wave but the violence will surge. these n-ggas soft a bunch me too’s. we dropping these jewels. a bunch hebrews. house of pain jumping these p-ssies. watching my feet move. stomp n-ggas 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:]

ya take a good look of this lump of sh-t. remember what it looks like
you f-ck up in a fire fight and i godd-mn guarantee you a trip outta the bush. in a body bag!

- bambeatz x db cutlass

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