Body Count (Explicit) Lyrics – Grey, Thutmose
Singer: Grey, Thutmose
Title: Body Count (Explicit)
Yeah
Body body body body
Did Grand Theft Auto really teach you
How to shoot down helicopters there
Yeah yeah I do it’s just X A right trigger
I got a hunger I got a fever
And it just won’t quit
I got a temper I got a bullet
With your name on it
Everybody wonders what it’s like on top
I don’t gotta wonder ’cause I call the shots
I got a hunger I got a fever
I got a fresh hit list
My blood runs cold and my feet run faster
I still got heart I hear a heart don’t matter
Say what you want and it’ll be your last words
It ain’t a secret I got a hit list
And baby you’re up next
Stack ’em up stack ’em up
Teach ’em not to f**k with me
Rack ’em up rack ’em up
Let ’em know who runs these streets
Take ’em down take ’em down
Count ’em out like one two three
Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one
Yeah yeah-yeah-yeah woo woo yeah yeah yeah
To the body count
You think you can stop me yeah
Oh man that’s so funny yeah
I’ll pull out the uzi blow your brains out
Then I’m nutting yeah
This is not a game ayy this is not for fame yeah
Baby I’m deranged but f**k it I can’t complain yeah
Psycho in my vein ayy shootin’ with no aim ayy
Cleanin’ out my chopper ayy
Bring it out and it let it bang
I might be insane ayy my thoughts is to blame ayy
I’ve been hurt many times now you gotta feel my pain
I’ve seen bodies on bodies bodies on bodies
Bodies on bodies mm-hmm
Go in through the lobby leave in a audi
Hands all bloody mm-hmm
Ridin’ with the top off
Roof look like it’s chopped off
Grand Theft Auto taught me how to shoot down helicopters
Bullet with your name on it spray it
Let it rain on ’em
Told you not to f**k with me
That heartless all the same to me
I got so much rage in me
Told you not to f**k with me yeah yeah
I got a sickness got a sickness
You wouldn’t want this nah
It’s coming down real bad real bad real bad
You brought a dull knife yeah into a gun fight woo
You better watch your back watch your back boy
Don’t you ever wonder what it’s like on top yeah
I don’t gotta wonder ’cause I’m never not yuh
I got a sickness got a sickness
I got a hit list got a hit list
And baby you’re up next yeah yeah yeah
My blood runs cold runs cold
And my feet run faster runnin’ baby
I still got heart uh yeah
I hear a heart don’t matter doesn’t matter
Say what you want what you want
And it’ll be your last words yeah
It ain’t a secret yeah I got a hit list what
And baby you’re up next woo woo yeah
Stack ’em up stack ’em up
Stack ’em up stack ’em up yeah
Teach ’em not to f**k with me f**k
Bag ’em up bag ’em up
Bag ’em up bag ’em up yeah
Let ’em know who runs these streets yeah
Take ’em down take ’em down take ’em down down
Count ’em out like one two three yeah
Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one another one
To the body count
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