II. Bodied

[Verse 1: Christ] Y'all could get y'all hype for a moment But now I'm on it You don't wanna see a body Go and run to your mommy Big Poppa Better take them notes from your locker Got the game locked up SL the partners This your departure I've been spitting this shit for a couple minutes longer Bet my dick a whole lot longer It's no question who she riding on Y'all could go ahead and ride along Not even knowing how to write a song I'm so much higher, still light the bong Man, if you wanna fight come on I don't do it with the fist Slit wrists when the knife come out Praying you don't lose your life right now But you looking at Christ in the flesh What's beef, bruh? It's death I'm the B.I.G Taking aim at ya chest And you know Who Shot Ya Come through with all that talking And your whole crew slaughtered The GOD of South Florida Get your bitch wet when I floor the whip And I pass her round the crew Know we all gonna hit Blunts stay lit Lyrics get laid sick Beats gets slayed it It's what? [Hook] x2 It's bodied x4 Don't fuck around You don't wanna see a body x2 [Verse 2: Lu] I think I've smoked too much weed It's affecting my short term memory I guess that's why I forgot your name, man I could've sworn you were popping just last week At the club, balling Feeling like a real athlete Now you on the bench, waiting on that 73 Yeah, South bound While I'm on my way to the top with the top down in my girl's buggy I don't have a whip but I have a lot of drive Always on the Mike like Sully Fuck change, I don't need money I have pride, something you could never take from me I'll survive off of good vibes coming my way Fuck Twitter, all I need is MySpace Feeling like Frankenstein cause I make monster beats Just to kill em It's a wicked mind state to live in I paint pictures and Put em in a time frame for ya My whole life I spent it with a vision so clear it couldn't even be ruined by my astigmatism I ain't a motherfucking pussy, who are you kidding? If Liu Kang get it started bet I'm gonna Finish Him It's bodied, it's bodied Going up against God MCs is folly It's just Lucifer, Christ and Dues We're righteous but we might crucify and noose ya [Hook] x2 It's bodied x4 Don't fuck around You don't wanna see a body x2 [Verse 3: Christ] Leaving em deceased It's ironic how I'm throwing up the peace But chopping bodies to pieces Rappers coming at me get defeated Even killing my features Cause my only competition is myself Steady dropping flames I'm just praying I'm in Hell Cause the Bible told me lies And the church ain't ever help Rapping with the devil and the righteous Wondering why the rest of y'all write like shit? You light bitch I might just Minus you from the mic it's mine It's doper than what goes up in your sinus Honestly you get chopped up line for line Comparing us mind to mind Is like an atom bomb to a planted mine Let me catch myself fore I go and catch a body See for me, man, this killing is a hobby