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letra de body bag (j-town diss) - wordplay da flyest mc

-snippet of j-town’s track (demented demon)-

-cl!ck-
f-ck that sh-t…
-cl!ck-

body bag
body bag
body bag
body bag, body bag, body bag, body bag

excuse me, mr. paul
homie, you about to lose it all
mention me, takes b-lls
but – i’mma make you crawl, slam your motherf-cking brain through the wall
excuse me, mr. paul
fully equipped and all but with bare hands you gonna get mauled
watch as you fall, w0rdplay’s on the loose again
call up isaac, so he can sn-tch your shoes again

homie, whatchu gonna do?
who the f-ck you think you talking to?
(i’mma put you in a body bag)
homie, whatchu gonna do?
out here dissing my crew
(i’mma put you in a body bag)
homie, whatchu gonna do?
i’mma leave you looking black and blue
(i’mma put you in a body bag)
homie, whatchu gonna do?
i’mma put your neck in a noose
(i’mma put you in a body bag)

you whiney -ss b-tch, out here trying to look all manly
you motherf-cking pansy
get everything fancy from mammy
and your ungrateful -ss still ain’t happy
why so cranky? what your b-tch -ss needs a nanny
married but can’t afford no family
out here posting pics of your chick in her panties
does she even know you got sucked off by a tranny?
(g-y motherf-cker)

i’m looking for a fight boy
but you can’t even fight boy
got your -ss kicked by a white boy
scrawny -ss dude but he still knocked out your lights boy
fight kevin garcia? don’t make me laugh
homie, his girl can probably kick your -ss
saying you f-cked all these girls, you buggin
let’s face it, the only girls you f-cking are your cousins
boy listen, you just another wack motherf-cker who thinks he be spitting and k!lling it on the mic
like, you just b-tch and you whine, complain all the time then sock your girl,that ain’t right
saying we all fake but when we keep it real you get teary eyed and sensitive inside
do yourself a favor, grow some f-cking b-lls, mr. paul before you get some shoved down your motherf-cking windpipe
listen you dumb f-ck, you freestyle cuz you know you can’t write sh-t
you got no talent, no bars, no flow, homie, you ain’t gifted, you just sound like it
f-ck your homies, your fam, everyone that you adore
i’mma leave you on the floor bruised, beaten and torn
shattered and sore, k!lled to the core
then i’mma end your career and like your son it’ll die before it was even born
(motherf-cker)

- wordplay da flyest mc

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