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rate me

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Get your ass turned to a memory

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Rock ‘em off more

Bodies in the basement

If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot

Cocaine, red rum, Heron, automatic gun

Watch the led come, talking money then spread some

Nigga you’d die if you try me

Warner Brother, my gun is Death Jam, Joey I E

Definitely won’t jam when you ride up beside me

Straight pound, straight A, bring ‘em on my paydays

And every day is payday

I shoot your shit down like mayday

Ain’t a better rapper, if it is, I don’t know of him

My raise is a whole ass bitch and she’s blowing ‘em

Cuban necktie off buck 50

Realest nigga in rap, come fuck with me

Niggas know and bitches, too

LOX, D block, sickest crew

123, showing what the 4 5th will do

I don’t give a fuck about your family that’s missing you

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Get your ass turned to a memory

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Rock ‘em off more

Bodies in the basement

If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot

Pretty watch and the pretty whip

Pretty much it’s a pretty gun I get busy with

Playing belly dancing, little fizzy shit

Hate the killer nigga want some silly shit

Silly niggas gotta die too, I’m serious

You grip a pyro, couple niggas is curious

Now I’m in my own gang and my style’s furious

Hating niggas, banging niggas

Wolf pack niggas, show the fame niggas

Quiet niggas do your thing, nigga

To calm down I need a bunch of weed

Or I’ll crack your head like a pumpkin seed

Or a sunflower, or the shell on a walnut

I’m G’d up but I’m all nuts

Or coo coo, or loco

But I‘m just fine with a 9 and trade ocho

Stay the fuck away from me if you talk to po po

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Get your ass turned to a memory

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Rock ‘em off more

Bodies in the basement

If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot

This is beast music provided by Scram and I

Light it up nigga, get phantom high

Try to keep up with the Jones

Keep up with the beats and keep up with the poems

Spitting out the dome while I’m lighting up the zones

See that, or see me lighting up the chrome

You ain’t fucking with me nigga, neither is your homeboy

Hardest nigga out, standing all alone, boy

You want the title? Set the match up

I’ll push you down and you ain’t getting back up

I’ll fuck around until you’re back up

Phase two, niggas gonna say go slate you

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Get your ass turned a memory

Bodies in the basement

Bodies in the basement

Rock ‘em off more

Bodies in the basement

If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot

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