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letra de body funk - dark half

and now the moment you’ve all been waiting for

[hook: ian]
don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(you knooow)
psycho k!ller, i am crazy
don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(you knooow)
you could be the next one maybe

[verse 1: damien]
i black out when i put a punk in a trunk
that’s how i f-cked up and got blood on my bumps
keep him tied up, this chump about to catch it
take a hatchet to his stomach, rip his guts out, then i strech it
across the alleyway i love death in every way
and when they start to decay, i still leave em tied and g-y
yo, my mind is insane, check your name
claim i ain’t poppin thangs with a shirt full of blood stains
your blood drains off my bumper to the ground
who’d a thought i’d hit ya point blank with the cannon round
make sure your body’s never found is my objective
play it like a pimp, when i talk to detectives
my perspective has stayed with duct tape
it makes it easier for the c-nt to get raped
don’t make the mistake of lettin the b-tch loose
keep her hog tied with ya daddy’s noose

[hook]

[verse 2: ian]
aye yo, black duffel bags, ak’s, and grenades
i be k!lling everybody, but you know it ain’t a thing
i’ll be jackin off in your neices room in the closet
looking at me crazy, but you know you bout to vomit
caught your -ss slippin, now you’re in my kitchen
cooked up in a pot, sh-t so vivid
don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
rollin through your hood, you can smell the body funk
i be chopppin up the people saying that i’m ‘evil’
and drop the body parts at a church or a steeple
you better f-ckin run, you better f-ckin run
gonna run up in your crib, and k!ll everyone
and if you did me wrong, i’m a k!ll you slowly
fingers, toes, nails, blow me
hackin up the body when i’m playin with the shotty
it excites me when your corpse starts rotting

[hook]

[verse 3: mars]
put your body in the trunk, got f-cked, and i’m dumpin
fifteen inch in the back, your head slumpin
man, it’s nothin to murder a b-tch
chop the body up in a bag, she ain’t sh-t
im tired of sleepin the back on the track for bad s-x
mad insane, grippin a 4 or black rags
this is dark style with dark half, we got a mess
and never hesitate to put a slug in yo -ss
i got a grip for cash for all the body’s that i’m stackin
yo b-tch up on the block i’m just mackin’
she ain’t got my scrill the ho’s done
creep outta cloud, let’s smoke, i’m on one
on three, sh-t we finna kick in the door
out the morgue mothaf-cka and i’m k!llin that ho
yeah i put her body with the rest of em
turning b-tches out and you know i got the best of em

[hook]

- dark half

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