Body bag, oh body bag

What do i have in my body bag?

Put a bitch in my body bagBitch ass niggas in my body bag

Klansmen in my body bag

Racists in my body bag

Sambos in my body bag

Put all y′all ass in the bag like dat

Queue the urban symphony

Poured bourbon you finna be

A memoir of fu memories

You ain't who you pretend to be

I′m a phantom who's menacing

Mumble randoms is history

Revenge of the lyricist

I'm new hope to this music shit

Shawty Lo wit′ the foolishness

Grant yo wish like Ulysses

I′ll bust yo ass, I'll dust yo ass

Pledge dat on a dust rag

Chum Bucket, you a krusty crab

Cumsucker you a

He said that in 2020?!

(Oh my God, yes! Oh my God!)

Cancel me, you can Me Too me

Fuck you bitch, I′m from the 3-1-3

Stole e-d-u from White folks in Royal Oak and then I fleed

You brought a army, I brought me

I brought a floatie, you brought a fleet

Best of seven, its a fuckin' sweep

I win by 20 every time we meet

Jack for thrills, you could kill for bills

But you still can′t match skills

Make your home run like Derek Jeter

Call for help on a phone or beeper

I'm the rap games′ new Jeepers Creepers

Don't bail on me like Cousin Skeeter

Talk shit, then walk shit

Can't walk shit, then crawl shit

Can′t crawl in shit, then stop talkin′ shit

Still talkin' shit like a bitch

Do a skit in that shit there

Sit there ′till I get there, mutha fucka

Body bag, nigga

(Body bag, bitch!)

Body bag, nigga

All you half rappin' muhfuckas time is up

The lyricists have returned

Everyday I see niggas slain wit′ no remorse

Body bags carried by a pale horse

It's insane in the membrane

Grabbed a AK

Started layin′ wit' the wolves while the angels sing a chorus

And I'm ready for war on the land of the wicked

Genocide to the sick and twisted

By sunrise they be all missin′

Debts paid in blood, now hell′s they prison

Body bags, oh body bag

Where the shotties at?

Body bags, oh body bags

Where the tommys at?

Buu E. goin' foolie on ′em

Got the toolie on 'em

Goin′ bully on 'em

Leaving nothin′ but red gooey on 'em

'Cause fire meets fire, but mine burns brighter

Archangel wit′ an all black attire

Burnin′ desire for hitman for hire

Righteous hammer bring down the empire

Body bag, oh body bag

What do i have in my body bag?

Put a bitch in my body bag

Bitch ass niggas in my body bag

Klansmen in my body bag

Racists in my body bag

Sambos in my body bag

Put all y'all ass in the bag like dat

Bootlickers and you sambos

The rich elite and Uncle Sam knows

That we gotta move coons out the way

So I′m takin' aim like Rambo

If we ever gon′ pick up the pace

Then we gotta face our many problems

Use a condom when you slangin' johnson

Or we′ll always be rock bottom

All these single mother households

The Black child yearns for the father

Death and jail claim Black brothers

And they rot in there and its lackluster

Same movie like Blockbuster

Vicious cycle just with different people every generation

And we never seem to learn our lesson

Will we ever see The Lord's blessing?

Need a Moses that can lead us out of yet another Egypt

How many Black activists must be sacrificed 'fore we see our freedom?

Stole from home and kicked out of Eden

Home alone and we met Satan

Niggas roam in fear of being Floyd

But I′m exhaling and I′m not waitin'

Try to put a knee on my neck

And a bang-bang like the Wayans Bros

Slayin′ foes and I'm not playin′

Got my cop friends upset

Fuck wit' white girl, but no wife her

Money makin′ Mitch Mekhi Phifer

Fuck "Can we all get along?"

I'm dying wit' my boots on, muhfucka