Body Bags

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Hook x2] I'm peepin' through your window Took out all your kinfolk Now I'm fucking coming To put you in a body bag [Verse 1] Young Metro didn't trust you, hell I shouldn't have either Skip straight into the shooting, better pray I don't see you Fuck a desert, but I'mma make you fly like an eagle Splatter your brain stem, die like seagull I'm coming through you're lobby Two guards get shot simultaneously and nobody can stop me Bodies fall as they pulling out Uzis to shoot me The only shooting gonna be done is through the cameras like a movie Kicking through like I'm Bruce Lee, giving you fuckers loose knees They see me kill, they see me kill They got snipers aiming right to the windowsill So when I come up the elevator I'm going to hell sooner or later But I'm not stopping until I get my target My battle experience has made hardened I dive down the hallway, the shot missed I make another break and then the shot hit I'm not bleeding but the man down the hall Federal badge and all, just came back from the mall Oh shit, friendly fire; I make my way up the staircase Sneaking up to the 45th floor, I see a man's face They cooking bass when they see me peepin' through Motherfuckers will run when they seeing you So I pull out my pistol, shots through the window nine times The lab explodes, kills a couple, air in the poison cyanide Hit another container and now the shit is going through the house Put on a gas mask, find another guy, put a gun into his mouth Bullet exits the chamber, passes through the back And into the bathroom where another fed blew his sack Feds cooking drugs? Oh shit the irony The same crooked motherfuckers try to bring everyone down besides me I break down the door and out right to the outside I see the slimy motherfucker, I wanna shoot out his eyes And just when he turn around, I look around and see Twelve cold motherfuckers with pistols and carbines [Hook] [Bridge] Ain't no turning back My soul is turning black I'm a cold motherfucker And it's time to face my wrath [Verse 2] They tried to graze with macs, but I ain't dying I'mma kill all of these mothafuckas, I ain't lying I dove to the left with no single breath I shot two of them in the chest like a punch from Five finger death I put another one inside a guy who fell off of the railing Into the pool his body twitching and his lungs are failing Now I ran out of bullets but I dodge a couple more I search a dead body and I found a forty four Only got three shots in the cylinder, gotta make it count So I hit a propane tank, and there was a large amount One guy fell off the roof and splattered on cars below Caused a traffic jam all night, I'm out for revenge, only takes a scar to know The other two shots go for another guy but it missed I threw it at him, hit his nose, and he got really pissed He came close to see if he could get one in my face But I grabbed him and then stabbed him and put him in his place Now I got a shotty, and a couple of dead fucking bodies I got eight more people and my aim is kinda spotty So I inch closer and dive to the other side Then I heard mother's cries, a bullet wound through my brother's eyes "Fuck no" I yelled and I ran straight out, looking like Commando Every single bullet missed, made me feel like Marlon Brando I put all of the shots in about three other guards There's still five more, they trying to rip me apart The sniper came in, he shot but he missed He hit someone else, in the head and in the wrist So that's four more people, including the traitor At this point I'm like Jason, he better run like the Pacers I run back inside, bullets hitting the door Knocked it across the room, glass shards all over the house Looked in the closet, looked like a hunting rifle Now the hunter became the hunted, cause I'm gonna snipe you I hit him in the arm and it took it all off Now he sitting there and bleeding cause he just took a loss Now there's three more, one come in the room Throw the gun at him, grab his pistol and then boom The traitor and his last guard running right up to the top Shot the guard right in his back, I smiled as he dropped Climbed up quickly, shot the snitch right in both hands I walked closer, told him what he did was low man I hope he made peace with god, if not he better patch it up Paramedics won't save you, when I'm done you will not last enough [Outro: Kane, Sounds, (Cops), Reporter] Goodbye Gunshot Sounds of the traitor's body hitting the pavement (Freeze motherfucker I don't think he's freezing Oh shit is that a gun?!!) Plethora of gun shots Body hits the ground (I think we got him) Earlier this morning the cops shot Kane, a man not only to have been suspected in racketeering, drug distribution, gambling, and other crimes; was also arrested and sent to prison for the robbery of a Bank of America earlier this year, as well as breaking out of the prison. The suspect entered the victim's apartment and was suspected by police to have killed over twenty bodyguards of the man, who was also suspected to be a police informant. He was shot by police officers in an apparent suicide by cop and is now being sent to the hospital, although there is a strong chance he won't make it. In other news: Nas Escobar, another crime lord, has passed away peacefully this evening, his legacy is survived by his daughter and two ex-wives. That is all for news right now, back to Madison for the weather...