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vulgar display - body bag ben lyrics

vulgar display lyrics
[intro]
we on that time, know what i’m sayin’?
watch me duke, watch me, yo

[verse]
who can stretch you out when he drummin’?
fire the hammer from the summit, hollow enter his back, exit his stomach
who can put a million miles on ’em? razor put a permanent smile on ’em
throw the bird on his head, blindside ’em
from the hip it’s curtains when he draw down, the chrome squirtin’
split the dome of a civil servant for certain, end the inner*workings
out here servin’, that’s big facts, twin macs
put a hitch in his back, fold him up, hear his ribs crack
ha, ain’t no more middlеmen, nickel*plated blammеr look bewilderin’
shave him down when he get to whittlin’
my pen’s ink fill ’em with ritalin
many men wishin’ death upon ’em like he 50, .50 cal freed him of his sins
huh, what’s it all? without a doubt they in the drought
shove my hand down they mouth, pull they organs out
dog walk ’em on stage, you gauge
wash ’em like my brain the first time i heard bdp and nwa
he in a rage wantin’ all the smoke
they talk about it, but never have they hands on a brick like masonry folks
he in it for the chatterin’, his jaw got to shatterin’, uh
blood on the floor, keep the four by the abdomen
they adament but he bomb sh*t
in the trenches with my day*ones, that’s who i played with, squeeze grips, uh
what’s to say? there’s h*ll to pay, yup, we took the wrong road
elbow paralyze a brother like he tong po
dip my fists in the glass
you gon’ be walkin’ ’round with three shoes, two on your feet, one in your ass
c*cksucker, left his brain on the dash, it’s rainin’ fire and ash
they rained, i’ll go cross they name off the map
f*ck around, put your face on a mac, i’m just bein’ honest
line for line, k!ll ’em in they prime like len bias
chicken poppin’ homie paid his dues
explained to boo i call my own shots like babe ruth when i execute
he got a portal for an exit wound
felt immortal from the womb, no more talkin’, he walkin’ on your tomb
who you second*guessin’?
he got diamonds on his neck, but the motherf*ckin’ pressure gon’ sink his chest in
huh, leave him slumped in the seat, cook ’em like well*done beef
hold no briefs, show no grief
put money on your head, that’s ten thou’ each, f*ck up tao beach
hundred bottles and we blowin’ gas, now we outta reach
preach, he gon’ testify
not like your man, he took the stand and sang gated, they let the sentence fly
the semi flyin’, y’all, they lookin’ fiendish
tuck my heat like gilbert arenas, these rap dummies lookin’ squeamish
swedish wh0re in the vessel, threw the figure*four on the t*st*cl*s
check the credentials, yo, it’s all essential
blowin’ sour at the fairmont, slide the grease
ten thousand hours made ’em a savant, now we flood the piece
huh, f*ck your peace, he ain’t feelin’ that
don’t spit subliminal raps, bro, that’s literal facts
serve the b*tter out the napkin
fiends smoke up the sauce inside of the ramekin, he in his bag again
pop a wheelie on a hayabusa, higher leanin’ how i shoot ya
put the bread over beef like a pupusa
feelin’ godly
they poppin’ bottles at barley, get hoodwinked for a nickel of charlie
here’s a gem, yo, sh*t don’t end well, smokin’ chemtrails
twenty*six on his chest like le’veon bell
you can smell the juice after one use
he got his backbone twisted like travolta in his dancin’ shoes
fry your egg up
have you leakin’ out your nostril like uma thurman after she sniffed the h up
the barrel scr*pe the roof of your mouth
tote a lethal weapon, smokin’ led zeppelin rolled in a pouch
bleedin’ water, gettin’ wet in a drought, brodie, that’s fair play
pa, i may pluck your eyeball out (body)
motherf*ckers (body bag, body bag)

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