NapsNdreds - Lamb Spread lyrics

[Intro: Body Bag Ben] That's produced and written by Ha Body Bag Look, bussin', yo [Verse 1: Body Bag Ben] Yo, in blood is how we take it Give 'em a hot lead face lick We DiBiase with the rear naked Damn, some molten lava leave him rockin' half a mask like he the Phantom of the Opera Peels his dome like a guava One's a student, not a proctor, huh It's effortless, my essence bless they senses like he in a presence of a witch doctor He heaven sent the dive that flow like whiskey out the bottle neck Step on the throttle, burn like the dragon's breath They plot dubious Hands crafted out of stone carved from fragments off the statue of a Nubis (Oh) fu*k who buzzin' Picasso with the pen stroke Paint 'em red, they standin' in front of the bull runnin' Huh, he gunnin' Ax every top of Paul Bunyan Run the scalpel through the onion, now we stuntin', huh This sh*t tougher than nails but got that feeling like he Uncle L Living law right before performing Rock the Bells Exquisite like Aristotle when he write linguistics The semi-auto shells look like fish sticks (Boom), huh Don't play the straight and narrow This ain't your wisdom, he in tune with the Pharaohs Blood of the sun when he shoot his arrows Motherfu*ker [Interlude] Mi seh Mi shot pussyhole while people fi fun Who waan test me? Come on Come on [Verse 2: NapsNdreds] Yo, yo up top, yo Yo, check Big tings a gwan Big rims and cars, pick what's ours Keep the funky on like (What?), chitterlings, hog moss Mod Podge, good with my craft Boss hog, hog tie ya boss Leave things be Lost cause because (What?) When I said, "Freeze dawg", no Bichon, you was still moving So when discharged, it hit y'all Body Bag Ben, they want the shotty or the MAC-10 What you tryna eat? I'm probably ordering the lamb spread Mon dead, Major Leagues, Rob Manfred Rob ya man, sped off in a Dodge Ram, hot damn Askin' for somethin' Strong accent, Jamaican or somethin' Never saw the path he went (No) Some unknown pathogen (Uh) Infect the brain with dopeness Made rappers get back on the train, said they lane was hopeless Played the Opus, hold this (Uh) Greatest progress, remain focused Even with grey hairs, no stress [Outro] Yuh know who yuh ah bumboclaat ramp wid? Unnu know me I am di original Jamaican Don Dada Yuh undastan? Jamaican rude bwoy Unuh waan ramp wid bombaclat mi? Come, come on I murda people fi fun Murda unnu bombaclat fi fun Come on Come on