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the warehouse - precyce politix lyrics

[verse 1]
body in the chair slumped
brains hangin’ out the skull, blood up in his hair clumped
i coulda sworn i seen his soul leave his body when the flare dumped gunpowder and death, the air stunk
easy money, i caught him slippin’ in jersey
rockin’ a purple tape, the c*cksucker never heard me sneakin’ in the whip
back seat, he was helpin’ his mother with groceries
i had the hoodie draping over me
waited till he pulled off, put the burner to his temple and criminology playin’
make the wrong maneuver and i’m sprayin’
there comes a time in every man’s life when all that tough talk turn to prayin’, bible verse and hail mary sayin’
the funny thing about it, you preparin’ for the inevitable
still holding life up on a pedestal
you sacrificin’ everything you cared about just to make a quick buck, your final stop’ll be the warehouse
[hook]
it’s body bag season, get your man zipped
gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies
chainsaw with the sledge
we gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies
gettin’ rid of the bodies with the sulfuric acid
gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies
take a trip out on the boat, we gettin’ rid of the bodies
gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies

[verse 2]
fast forward to the death of angel
you amateur k!llers would probably leave the body mangled
his neck was bendin’ at an awkward angle
i can’t explain it, son, it might’ve been the zip ties, they had him tangled
back to business, time to get to work on this cadaver
already wipin’ up the blood and brain matter splatter
looking like somebody spilled a calamari platter
calamari lathered up in marinara, that’s f*cked up
feeling kinda nauseous like a n*gga ‘bout to upchuck
adrenaline is comin’ down, the chainsaw is buzzin’ up
eugh! godd*mn, part of me i’m still gettin’ used to it
i’ll spare you the steps on what i do to it
let the sulfuric turn it [?] into the special sauce
or we can feed ‘im to the pigs, it’s whatever, boss
a gunslinger that never lost my motivation, in my son’s eyes i’m comin’ home at whatever cost
[hook]
it’s body bag season, get your man zipped
gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies
chainsaw with the sledge
we gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies
gettin’ rid of the bodies with the sulfuric acid
gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies
take a trip out on the boat, we gettin’ rid of the bodies
gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies, gettin’ rid of the bodies

[outro]
sometimes, h*ll follows god wherever he goes. but sometimes, he brings it to those who deserve it most
the downside to divinity, though, is that it comes with addiction. you know what they say about absolute power

- precyce politix lyrics

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