Body Bag Ben - 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 hell 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 co*ksu*ker, left his brain on the dash, it's rainin' fire and ash They rained, I'll go cross they name off the map fu*k around, put your face on a MAC, I'm just bein' honest Line for line, kill '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 motherfu*kin' 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, fu*k 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 who*e in the vessel, threw the figure-four on the testicles 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, fu*k your peace, he ain't feelin' that Don't spit subliminal raps, bro, that's literal facts Serve the bu*ter 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 scrape 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) Motherfu*kers (Body Bag, Body Bag)