BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE

BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE - Toe Tagz 'n Body Bagz lyrics

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Toe tagz body bagz

Toe tagz body bagz dead body cold slab embalm the body after the autopsy

No blood just formaldehyde the outcome of homicide or suicide pine box

Dressed in ya sunday best got a single white rose layin off on ya chest

Close the open casket ain't no coming back like a one way ticket be it coach or first class

Like a trip to the otherside soaked in all black time to face facts layin flat on my dead back

I flip dat call it all a mishap then bag up ya body with tagz so they don't mismatch

toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag

toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag

Tag'em and bag'em and drag'em in to the underground

Collect preserve use discretion never make a sound

Floor boards squeak but the dead don't speak

They marinate in the fruit celler for up to 3 weeks

Till they're ripe for pickin and they get plucked and tucked

Between the walls like insulation where they remain stuck

Forced to listen to other victims getting the same cause the artist is consistent

So it's performed the same way

Hefty cinch sack 50 gallon or more available in any home improvement or grocery store

I buy'em by the pallette and fill my trunk with bodies 3 fat 2 skinny old men and stacked hotties

I tag'em on the toe so only I will know how I killed'em and what they came here for

Got so many got a library a thru z all buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E

toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag

toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag

Linda and Larry and Lori we got most of the L's

20 or 30 or more as we dig in to hell

Tunnels and caverns underneath the apolled

Deep within the ground so the body remains cold

With copies of toe tagz man I treat' it like a recipt

There's a copy for you copy for me customer policy

I run a business and this hobbies not a game

Show passion for the art normal people would call insane

Big swing duck tape toe tagz dead weight

2 on da porch 1 more in the crawl space with no face

Looking at me but I hear'em at night

Crawlin through the walls trying to rob me of my own life

toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag

toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag

Thanks to Juggalette Sugar for these lyrics

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