M-Child - Body Parts lyrics

[Verse 1: K-Rock] Ho, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me Throw a chump And run a man through da crowd He gonna give me sumthin Brap Rap my n***as And step em when K- Rocin Dont f** with dis, see See if u wit me If u wit me Mon We buck em down We buck em down Only one Comin out of that back door Slangin my yae-o Rollin on them po-poes Dropin that viper Smokin that indo Makin that bank roll Stupid a** bithes Dont you know k**a Klan Kaze playas makin them profits Ho [Verse 2: MC Mack] Chillin down on the lower level Waitin for my time to come With this fool A million styles Maybe I just might make bond Release me on my own Back on the streets With no employment No doubt Without no cheese up in my pocket Tell me how can I have enjoyment Throughout my life Say mo sh** Knowin MC Mac dont love no b**h Because if I loved them I can't trust em Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich The Kaze My Klan My click Must buck Cuz theres no testin us Pop em and drop em Lock em and top em All up in my trunk [Verse 3: M-Child] Dynamite I'm tossin Hatas crossin Its da end b**h U runnin into bullet proof Ho, we still da Triple 6 Prophet to da P Earsin n***as that wanna skrive With flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg Deep into da mound Ain't nuttin but k**as up in da dark I'm creepin with the hatchet With slicin bodyparts in da park Moon full of blood Could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer I'm sneakin And creepin And blowin up sh** like da Una Bomber b*tch [Verse 4: Indo G] Rollin wit da devil on da level Dig yo ditch b**h Hitch Wit da hi-ka On da mi-ka I'll make youre a** wish Hicorky Dickory Dock Ass I pull out my Glock And I'm ready to pop On de b**h Sissy muthaf**a Brinin da ruckus I'm brining my n***as because we dont stop dis sh** Yea do Triple 6 Brang it real Real Mutafuka down to pack a steel Still I fuk a fly I pac a real Real on da mic Like Evander Holyfeild [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] Theres no Christ in my life Theres no game that I would play Some people say that if u play a game Then man you get em played Back on you I thought u knew You shouldn't have neva dissed this click The 3 6 Mafia We popin Slugs That got u b**hes sick [Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca] I've neva be brothin Koopsta stands out from the n***as Who thinkin they hard I flow up to star Bust in like you da boss Kaze got my back Now watch how quickly I react wit that Boom boom boom n***a Rat-tat-tat-tat Juicy,Paul,and Scarecrow Are rollin in that bucket low And they causin some static So they reached and grabbed them 44s f**in wit my n***a Black Hes stackin Plus his pimpin Got real on da peal Hoes gonna feel me [Verse 7: Lord Infamous] Shut the f** up b**h Its Infamous Youre a** betta not scream Dont make me hafta wipe Urer muthaf**in brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn u Watch u burning Like my bad dreams Give you to da beast in the pit of hades Thunder rolls Stormy black clouds I stole the 7th seal Then the angel cried Thats Scarecrow I love u I wanna bang with u forever But u too evil though We gonna give u to the devil [Verse 8: Gangsta Boo] Whats up do u wanna come against me Do u wanna get ure a** earsed off the m-a-p Devils daughter comin out n***a betta watch out Because you got the queen of sins n***a I'm gonna turn it out Comin to u mean Because its in me to f** u up Listen here dude Its a ride So just buckle up Smokin on a f**in blunts Till my minds about to blow Motherf** the universe Because we brought u da end, ho [Verse 9: Juicy J] First I want to grab a n***a by his neck Drag em to my f**in set Take the n***a blow And his cheese And them cigarettes Put my gun up to his nose Tie em up form head to toe Take the b**h to EverGreen Throw em in da bayou Call my n***as D and Blue Project Pat yall know what to do Creep through the streets With them thangs Blast on any fool Triple 6 k**as In this motherf**er runnin sh** If u wanna playa hate the click Then you done with [Verse 10: Gangsta Blac] Gotta keep my head up No need for me to stop it Get stuck So ruck wit luck As to rollin Because Gansta Blac can't get f**ed Look fool we creepin on Ken From Martin Luther and we wit me Ain't nuttin but Prophet and thugs And S-P-Vs all up in me Rimie sippin While trippin While rippin coners wit Juice Women rippin While dippin And ain't no stoppin this dude So if yo bank ain't on swoll Ain't no stoppin the Prophet Thats who was straight for the eight And look who in it and out it n***a [Verse 11: DJ Paul] Look in da eyes of a mad man Shoot em in the head man Level on dat coco Playa stata calla Da balla k**a Man Fill the man with slugs When I'm full of d** Trust I'm on ya fool Drug and a f** em up Can't stand In the first round fool Down and what u learned to do But you ain't got the right tools Clowin on ure new C.D Now ho tell me what that proved I ain't seen sh** new Check ya bunch of bodies out of film Ho The Prophet Posse let ya live We'll k** ya next year Chorusx4 k** em And robb em And beat em And dump all they bodyparts into my trunk WHOOP WHOOP All the n***as that was in da sh** Just diss n***as and give shouts out to they hoods