Body Bag (feat. Cellz Grammz)

Scum of the earth, I kick the bucket and curse At the heaven right above us, what the f*ck Is the word? I see the mothers at the church Undercovers try to cuff us and we subject to Search I just come from the dirt, I got a blunt and a perk And I don't rumble with earth, I got A gun and a vert And I don't fumble a word, I was born in the bottom Blow the horn if you doubt him My auto war heavy, you throwing swords at a mountain Cue the boards while I'm bouncing Ideas, we buy beers And leaning off my peers, Ikea's and fine chairs I was right here, quite clear, we Bite ear Like Mike Tyson, the prize fight, we non-fear I was on some other shit, Parliament Frankenstein, mothership I ain't have a dime, but I'm busting shit, huh? Might refine my rebuttal Wit I'ma have a nine and be inclined to muffle it, yeah This body bag need a bouquet You don't want that pressure, nigga His body drag leaving blue gray You don't want that pressure, nigga We gutting fishes like a souffle You don't want that pressure, nigga Tell them bitches it's a new day You don't want that pressure, nigga First mistake, she fell in love with this author Should've lived forever, better yet never get bored up Either way, if this all you can talk Is walk off blood up I don't complain about supporters You like sales grams, can buy a quarter And if I like a box, I might quarter Snoozing, fucked around, almost got caught up Flirting with death every time she call up I can't ignore her, her pussy wilder Not that like, girl, I'm trying to slaughter Don't believe in torture, shit you oughta Order 50 shades to hide your daughter Cross the border, new world order With it, rather record you than get them cops up off you Rest in peace, Eric Gardner Too many IG activists and Facebook reporters Might turn on CNN and watch a murder I might deal on force, I thought you swore to Protect and serve, not even sorta Jumped out a window, still felt shorter The late Huey Newin and my former was born to fornicate With the corner, Norman Bates with the Oprah His 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 souffle You don't want that pressure, nigga Tell them bitches it's a new day You don't want that pressure, nigga The body bag drag on the ab And 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 spittin' napalm till it blast Niggas is trash, need to be placed with rubbish Put they face under covers Ain't no space for the others F*ck it, we wasting them suckers Word, we bending corners and swerve These niggas try to bite me, but they biting this curve The cypher emerge and niggas enlighten The skills have been high in a similar titan You want this wave, but the violence has surged These niggas saw off a bunch of me tools We dropping these jewels, a bunch of Hebrews House of pain, jumping these pussies Watching my feet move And stomp niggas in blood puddles in these shoes I buy a new pair, but who care, don't shoot fair I'm on for the W like it's Woolwear This body bag need a bouquet You don't want that pressure, nigga His body drag leaving blue gray You don't want that pressure, nigga We gutting fishes like a souffle You don't want that pressure, nigga Tell them bitches it's a new day You don't want that pressure, nigga Remember what it looks like You f*ck up in a firefight And I goddamn guarantee you a trip out of the bush In a body bag