It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me 
It's inherited, it runs in the family 
Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef 
Threaten a niggaz life, make it sound so sweet 
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em 
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job 
Witta Mac in the backpack, fulla that crack sack 
Gettin' it off (Better have my muthafuckin money) 
Bitch where my siccmade 'til I die shit, nobody saw 
So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls 
Ain't got nothin ta live for 
Can't even trust a bitch, might have ta leave her alone 
Ma had ta dig a ditch, shit so rigorous 
Dealin' wit hataz, snitchaz, and bitchaz, get they brains gone 
Find a new home, you one life is gone 
Cuz I'm O-One, check the clock 
And if these walls could talk, muthafuckaz'll be shot 
I'm about ta go 51-50, got nobody wit me 
Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey 
Smokin' Newports, no support 
But like Too Short I keep it goin' 
Shootin' up forts, who in this sport wanna fuck wit me 
Come on the court, rippin' out insides 
Puttin' stains on thangs, that's when I rip-ride 
And I slip-slide through the Gardens witta bloody t-shirt, it won't hurt 
Look at this way, 6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt 
Flirtin' wit murda, I leave 'em unheard of 
And I'm sicca than period pads drippin' 
All over your hands gettin' 
The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice 
Dead or alive, smothered and fried 
The way you better uncover your eyes, I'm in the skies 
Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine 
Nobody know crime, throw up that sicc sign 
And strike hard like stricc-nine 
No recovery, you other G niggaz betta duck 
Leave you in the tuxed up 
Psycho, off the wall like Michael 
Always paranoid cuz I be blowin' out that nitro 
All day, every day, murda spray, got you in Glad Bags 
Headed for the pad, and you can ask my dad 
I was a scavenger, 14 years old eatin' scabs 
Graduated ta nigga meat, but I don't wanna brag 
Fuck Jeffry Dohmer, he a muthafuckin fag 
I got nigga nuts and guts in the bag, draggin' 'em ta the pad 

(Corpse came ta dinner) 
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Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
(Corpse came ta dinner) 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
(Corpse came ta dinner) 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
(Corpse came ta dinner) 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 

Fuck under the influence, I'm hella fucked up 
Swervin' down the freeway, spillin' my cup 
Tryin' take you out this rap on the Underbelly 
He ain't shit, he 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly 
By me and my Relly, you never know 
Whatever tho, I got auto magazines and that weak intro 
What you got against me? 
Don't you know I rip niggaz up, turn 'em ta minced meat 
Well if you got some sense, beat it, like raw eggs 
I used ta have hella homies, now they all hate 
But I'ma leave it alone, I'm on my own like a voodoo nigga 
If a nigga want ta get ate, what would you do nigga 
I was too cool wit 'em, group of niggaz and they tripped on me 
Gave 'em a little bit of fame, then they dipped on me 
But you know, it's all in the game, tell the crip homie 
Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain, that's what you get from me 
Crash dummy, your careers defected 
And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it 
You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected 
Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace 
Hey, I leave 'em red, and I don't eat the head 
Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down ta the ground like Judge Dread 
Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed 
And you call yourself a rap vet 
Get out the bed, and let me fuck her like she should be fucked 
All in the butt, wit the 9 milly, swallowin' nut 
And you see me in black clothes, creepin' from the back 
Don't know how ta act, black blankets fulla Mac's 
I use 'em for nutsacks and full body sacks 
Better not let your daughter out, end up in the slaughter house 
Chokin' and spittin', chest open and bleedin' 
And me fuckin' her from the back, and I hope for you ta see it 

(Corpse came ta dinner) 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
(Corpse came ta dinner) 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
(Hey Folks, open the door nigga) 
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Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
(Nah, nah, open the trunk) 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask 
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask