Body Bag Ben - Black Out lyrics

[Intro] They ain't know I could flip it like that, huh I tell her, "805 sh*t" Look, buss it [Verse 1] Bleed it dry 'til the last stone rub the collarbone They wanna see me take that backseat ride alone Ain't getting buried like he Beatrix (Nah) The kid'll slick make ya needle skip, left his noodle split Split the bounty with a few men You know the good ones Flash my piece like John Goodman, my dudes is hoodlums Hoodied up, don't bother asking He 'bout that action and he good from long range (Brrra) like John Paxton, huh Off the hip, keep the thing co*ked, thе drum gripped Leave him covеred in sh*t like them white boys at the Woodstock They stock plummet The hands nice and he good with the stick like Kirby Puckett Two tears in a bucket Motherfu*kers getting peeled like mango (Haha) Six deep in the Durango, keep the Franco and the Kangol (Oh) Toss the rock like Rick Fox when the swine flock fu*k they sh*t up, now we layin' in that palm box He ain't got nothing to prove Eat ya food like the fat boys in Krush Groove, he really fu*kin' up they mood Blood pressure lookin' crazy He livin' life out by four words lately, that's, "fu*k you, pay me" Bye [Chorus] They all smiles with they hands out (With they hands out) They talkin' money but they never went the fast route (The fast route) Pull ya card, let the MAC out (Baow) Got my back to the wall fu*k 'em all, 'bout to black out They all smiles with they hands out (With they hands out) They talkin' money but they never went the fast route (The fast route) Pull ya card, let the MAC out (Baow) Got my back to the wall fu*k 'em all, 'bout to black out (Yeah) [Verse 2] Keep a firm hand on a Tiller with a thirst for blood like Attila (Huh) Shoot it in your face like Reggie Miller (Baow) The tip of the pen like the blade of my emoto He bringing that black flag, setting fire to your logo, huh Ain't no deadlocks or stalemates (Nah) Fisher 'cause debate, he from a block where fish flakes fu*kin' up they face (Ah) Keep the tray by the waist, these su*kers riding scoundrels Survival, these words is tribal (Brrra), but we broke the shackles Y'all weed out the rotten apples for the mackerel He Barry Sanders jukin' open tackles (Woo) Rest his ashes on the wooden mantle They couldn't handle the pressure from the bomb, the rhyme pattern blitz like John Randle (Oh) He just a flash and a pen Flame the stand when the final flash leap of the hands so understand somethin' It's deeper Hold my sickle like the reaper Carry the planets on the hood of my neck like the body of Shesha Spit it properly, they worship me like half serpent bodies in Hindu mythology Nobody's stopping me, huh Y'all see the God in me, he Barbaric, slapped like barbarians The heir apparent, air it out, if I said it, I meant it [Chorus] They all smiles with they hands out (With they hands out) They talkin' money but they never went the fast route (The fast route) Pull ya card, let the MAC out (Baow) Got my back to the wall fu*k 'em all, 'bout to black out (One more time) They all smiles with they hands out (With they hands out) They talkin' money but they never went the fast route (The fast route) Pull ya card, let the MAC out (Baow) Got my back to the wall fu*k 'em all, 'bout to black out (Oh) [Outro] Body Bag