Body Funk

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 killer, 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 fucked up and got blood on my bumps Keep him tied up, this chump, I’m bout to catch him 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 gay 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 is stick with duct tape It makes it easier for the cunt to get raped Don’t make the mistake of lettin the bitch 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 killing 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 ass slippin, now you’re in my kitchen Cooked up in a pot, shit 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 fuckin run, you better fuckin run Gonna run up in your crib, and kill everyone And if you did me wrong, I’m a kill 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 fucked, and I’m dumpin Fifteen inch in the back, your head slumpin Man, it’s nothin to murder a bitch Chop the body up in a bag, she ain’t shit Im tired of sleepin the back on the track for bad sex Mad insane creep in it for black rags We got dogs out with dark half, we got a mess And never hesitate to put a slug in yo ass I got a crib for cash for all the body’s that I’m stackin Yo bitch up on the block I’m just mackin' She ain’t got my scrill the ho’s done Creep outta the cloud, let’s smoke, I’m on one On three, shit we finna kick in the door Out the morgue mothafucka and I’m killin that ho Yeah I put her body with the rest of em Turning bitches out and you know I got the best of em [Hook]