Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this mothaf**ka Prophet motherf**kin' Posse hoe Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothaf**kas And ready to do this shit you wanna f**k a hoe Then wait until you're back when the war's gone bitch You better recognize you motherf**kin' s*ckas Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on Bout to pull yo' motherf**kin' a*s in bitch Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo Now when they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin' Them people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off When they jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that body explode If they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload Rage make me regularly, force me blood I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no heart You niggas front from the start I want to fill my f**king backyard with your bodyparts Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this? Pimp type a*s bitch down with the Triple 6 My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer In this f**kin' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk Several bodies in my trunk never denyin' Always high, and f**k you playa hatin' punks Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you high I don't know you why the f**k you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me Me and about 80 mo' motherf**kas who comin' 4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch a*s runnin' We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so tight M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch I met this dude last week who said he slangin' double keys Also had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve Knowin' by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns 'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run Please don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names Now which, which one would you choose Whichever you choose you lose, you lose First time on the maximum, don't be a trick To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the deal Dope sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta Ratta, tatta, is all you heard To see you niggas comin' up in the [unverified] But watch the game 'cause you don't got no friends Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill And it feel they don't feel what I feel, then I fill Them up with bullet lead, two to the head Then I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks Kaze in this motherf**k down with Prophet click Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me Project Pat is down but ain't no f**kin' damn fool we Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it well And if them police pull us over I'm the first to bail Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' a*s bitches That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this track I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very bone To the motherf**ka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on Bitch every mud up in a source bone I don't wanna kill a motherf**ker, betta get a motherf**ker For talkin' that shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a motherf**ker Betta get a motherf**ker for crossin' my click, bitch Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains On the motherf**kin' wood grain nigga Pullin' the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga Motherf**ker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts into my trunk See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn Makin' up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat I don't know where you're at hey boy, I better witness a [unverified] If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk