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buu e. radley – bodybag lyrics

[chorus: buu e. radley]
body bag, oh, body bag
what do i have in my body bag?
put a b+tch in my body bag
b+tch ass n+ggas in my body bag
klansmen in my body bag
racists in my body bag
sambos in my body bag
put all y’all ass in the bag like dat

[verse 1: buu e. radley]
queue the urban symphony
poured bourbon you finna be
a memoir of fu memories
you ain’t who you pretend to be
i’m a phantom who’s menacing
mumble randoms is history
revenge of the lyricist
i’m new hope to this music sh+t
shawty lo wit’ the foolishness
grant yo’ wish like ulysses
i’ll bust yo ass, i’ll dust yo ass
pledge dat on a dust rag
chum bucket, you a krusty crab
cumsucker you a
he said that in 2020?!
oh my god, yes! oh my god! (let’s go)
cancel me, you can me too me (ha)
f+ck you, b+tch, i’m from the 3+1+3 (ha)
stole e+d+u from white folks in royal oak and thеn i fleed
you brought a army
i brought me
i brought a floatie
you brought a fleet
best of sеven, it’s a f+ckin’ sweep
i win by twenty every time we meet (uh)
jack for thrills, you could k!ll for bills (uh)
but you still can’t match sk!lls (huh?!!)
make your home run like derek jeter (huh?!!)
call for help on a phone or beeper (let’s go!)
i’m the rap games’ new jeepers creepers
don’t bail on me like cousin skeeter
talk sh+t?
then walk sh+t (what)
can’t walk sh+t?
then crawl sh+t (what)
can’t crawl in sh+t, then stop talkin’ sh+t
still talkin’ sh+t like a b+tch
do a skit in that sh+t there
sit there ’til i get there, m+th+ f+cka
[interlude: buu e. radley]
body bag, n+gga
body bag, b+tch!
body bag, n+gga
all you half rappin’ muhf+ckas time is up
the lyricists have returned

[verse 2: jimi blueshoes]
everyday i see n+ggas slain wit’ no remorse
body bags carried by a pale horse
it’s insane in the membrane
grabbed a ak
started layin’ wit’ the wolves while the angels sing a chorus
and i’m ready for war on the land of the wicked
genocide to the sick and twisted
by sunrise they be all missin’
debts paid in blood
now h+ll’s they prison
body bags, oh, body bag
where the shotties at?
body bags, oh, body bags
where the tommys at?
buu e. goin’ foolie on ’em
got the toolie on ’em
goin’ bully on ’em
leaving nothin’ but red gooey on ’em
’cause fire meets fire, but mine burns brighter
archangel wit’ an all black attire
burnin’ desire for hitman for hire
righteous hammer bring down the empire
[chorus: buu e. radley]
body bag, oh body bag
what do i have in my body bag?
put a b+tch in my body bag
b+tch ass n+ggas in my body bag
klansmen in my body bag
racists in my body bag
sambos in my body bag
put all y’all ass in the bag like dat

[verse 3: buu e. radley]
bootl!ckers and you sambos
the rich elite and uncle sam knows
that we gotta move coons out the way
so i’m takin’ aim like rambo
if we ever gon’ pick up the pace
then we gotta face our many problems
use a condom when you slangin’ johnson
or we’ll always be rock bottom
all these single mother households
the black child yearns for the father
death and jail claim black brothers
and they rot in there and it’s lackl+ster
same movie like blockbuster
vicious cycle just with different people every generation
and we never seem to learn our lesson
will we ever see the lord’s blessing?
need a moses that can lead us out of yet another egypt
how many black activists must be sacrificed ‘fore we see our freedom?
stole from home, and kicked out of eden
home alone and we met satan
n+ggas roam in fear of being floyd
but i’m exhaling and i’m not waitin’
try to put a knee on my neck
and a bang+bang like the wayans bros
slayin’ foes, and i’m not playin’
got my cop friends upset
f+ck wit’ white girl, but no wife her
money makin’ mitch mekhi phifer
f+ck “can we all get along?”
i’m dying wit’ my boots on, muhf+cka

- buu e radley lyrics

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