MadChild - Body Bag lyrics

[Verse 1] Domo Genesis Uh Don’t take it personal, I kick everybody a** And stocking ma** on ma**es, zippy propping and body bags I’m probably brash, filling myself like a [?] Chopping gra**, just chilling with my slime like a snotty rag Y’all n***as too complacent, basic We ain’t the same, it’s a shame I hate it that I got to serve ‘em like a racist waitress The money motivation major while you’re chasing pavement Money make the b**h for me, so call it changing faces No preventing all this venom in my sentiments Don’t need a suit and tie to tell these n***as what their business is Break ribs, b**hes, dollar bills, Genesis Pop pain k**ers, pop pills, we ain’t feeling sh** So quit the chit-chatter, simmer all the jibber-jabber Chill with the image that you pitching after Real, one step in, your a** been in scattered You’ve never been a factor, and I’m the benefactor Straight cash. Don’t get it backwards [Verse 2] Madchild Baddie gladiator major for a Jabberjaw Saboteur Smoke a rapper like a bag of Labrador Matador Came back in the game looking like Sid Vicious f** the radio ‘cause trying to make a hit misses Baby dinosaur, don’t f** with me that’s sacrilege Crazy cracker cracking out. A spackled pterodactyl egg Hanging like macramé, my accolades are played out Barred barbarians are baffled never fade out Hear my laughter, that’s exactly what I said While I fill potato sacks up with decapitated heads Conan the conqueror, I k** kids combatively Let the little monster out the cage ‘cause I’m a savage beast Heart’s a dark compartment. I’m a dirty little dwarf The sh** I spit’s acidic, I should be admitted for it I had to let it go, gloomy from my vanity Now open up my mouth and I illuminate insanity [Verse 3] Oh No Uh, look I seen the visions like Will Grant chasing dreams Bodies rip apart, pardon my art I’m just painting scenes Like the artist, but my art is part of an eccentric team Dirty up the party just because I’m partly sick of clean I lift a hood without the whipper, slick as Valvoline Got ‘em hooked like fiends. Pumping valve, valves of lean And I do it violent. Tyrant out of Aberdeen The Alpha E. Jamal ain’t got sh** when I rob the scene It’s sniper vision. High pretention with a rifle tripping But this mic is different. Its half percentage delights n***as I finished nap, I use a snapple to wrap it up You ain’t got the juice unless my bottle just slapped you up I box ‘em up to ship ‘em out, a packing service If anybody claiming the animals, I’m the taxidermist Bunch of rappers heads on the wall Damn it, their backs worthless That’s for acting nervous You Microsoft when I blast the surface No! [echoes out] [Sampled Outro] I’m the kind of man that recognizes talent And when I find it I put it to work