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sick gang - body in the backseat lyrics

[intro: merkil (bela lugosi)]
there are too many rats in this house. they should be done away with

[pre+chorus: dieabolik the monster]
i got a body in the backseat, body in the front
with my middle finger up, smoke your body like a blunt
i got the body in the backseat, body in the front
with my middle finger up, smoke your body like a blunt

[chorus: dieabolik the monster & gangsta blac]
i got a body in the backseat, body in the front
with my middle finger up, smoke your body like a blunt
lock+lock you in the f+ckin’ trunk, while i hit the f+ckin’ funk
now+now i’m goin’ crazy man, all i see is blood
body in the backseat, body in the front
with my middle finger up, smoke your body like a blunt
lock+lock you in the f+ckin’ trunk, while i hit the f+ckin’ funk
now+now i’m goin’ crazy man, all i see is blood

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
ha! yo! sick brain to your hеad and i be dumpin’ (dumpin’)
squeeze the triggеr, tryna knock the seeds up out your pumpkin (haha)
huh, ta, yeah, f+ck yo friends, they all dead too
k!ll me, i come back, night of the living dead ii
i’m a f+ckin’ maniac, find me in that he+rs+, hoe
got ’em in the studio while i lace a verse, bro
k!ller with the michael mask, y’all should let the god play
the only way i cosplay is if i’m bill cosby (haha)
b+tch, i scream fore, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a golf team
catch me on your b+tch while lookin’ like a moth meme
load it up and pop three
y’all could end at cop scenes
sicker than yo average, blood type + obscene (ya)
blood is on my clothes from k!llin’ everything i touch (ha)
i’m sick of everything so k!llin’ everything’s a must (must)
so many lyin’ mu’f+ckers, who can i trust?
put that gun to they face, let that millimeter bust
[bridge: dieabolik the monster]
i got a body in the backseat, body in the front
with my middle fingers up, smoke your body like a blunt (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m a motherf+ckin’ monster mother…

[verse 2: don orias]
ayy! [movin’?] a couple bodies in the back like i’m madd maxxx
my mission to infect, b+tch emotion, i got the hazmat
found death on a meathook, discovered in a trash bag
clocked in for the third shift, i’m a suspect with a black mask
i break the 7th seal and make it rain in this temple
i’ll rock a head of h+rns ’cause i’m godly on instrumentals
yo, you’re devilish but tall so it’s rest in p+ss when i burn you
i’ll dig a grave plot for your family after i snuff you (grr)
and if i come with a tec+9 you gon’ run when the sh+lls spit (tcha)
f+ck it, i’ll let the reaper just drag ’em to h+ll’s pit
ayy yo, these clowns insane if they thing i’ma murder they posse (okay)
i’m the most tasteless like toothpaste mixed with [burnt copy?](what?)
and if you think somebody dissin’ you, go ahead and roast
but it would take some f+ckin’ miracles to squash me
y’all rendition of reality is twisted (ooh)
it’s like you stuck in a hall of illusions but can’t see what’s truly wicked (oh, sh+t, fwah)
[bridge: dieabolik the monster]
i got a body in the backseat, body in the front
with my middle fingers up, smoke your body like a blunt (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m a motherf+ckin’ monster mother…

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