Wanna See A Dead Body

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Conductor

Yeah, too much fucking money, nigga (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

Conductor

Too many guns, nigga (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)

Con--, con--

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

I don't need to run with a pack, I'm more comfortable as the lone wolf (Hah)

I made my own plays, got my own motion, my own looks (Motion)

They counting me out, now in they mouth is they own foot (Hahaha!)

I been crossed so much, I don't even like the way chrome look (Damn)

Cut him so deep, I can see the way that his bones look (Sheen)

Brodie spin the yard, homemade vest out of phonebooks (Uh huh)

We can't wait the see how the inside of your dome look

I'm still a killa so don't push (Don't push me)

Ayo, I'm back to the tissue in my nose (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

Black hoodie with the dreads, now so and so want smoke with me, who wanna see a dead body? (Who want it, nigga? Ha ha, yeah)

Got a backpack with a fucking human head, body (Ahh)

Ayo, that boy ain't what he seems, I rush him and cut him clean

I punch hard, rock his nose, body blows, ruptured spleens, fuck you mean, bitch, it's the Machine

Kiss the fucking ring, I still'll run out that cut, shoot up the scene (Pop pop pop, pop pop pop pop)

Bust some seams, G63 AMGs, Aston Martin SUVs, carbon and .223s, that carbon will shoot through trees (Hah, pop pop pop, pop pop pop pop)

Imagine it hid your head, I had a talk with my youngboy, that lil nigga said, yo

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

It was one nigga letting off his pipe (Pop pop pop, pop pop pop pop)

Then it was two niggas that got shot last night (Hah, ah)

Heard it's three niggas running around saying "It's on sight" (What?)

He got his .45 so shawty be alright (Pop pop pop, pop pop pop pop)

It was one nigga letting off his pipe

Then it was two niggas that got shot last night (Last night)

Heard it's three niggas running around saying "It's on sight" (It's on sight)

He got his .45 so shawty be alright (Alright, he alright)

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap & Conway the Machine]

Yeah, yeah, one, two three, he got his .45

Conway, KGR, it's all live, yo, uh

Carhartt farmer's armour under the Under Armour (Armour)

Monsters Incorporated like the jungles of Rawanda (Yeah)

Money laundering operation, that [?] (That's right)

Coke, marijuana, the fiends that used to run [?]

Papi Columbiana, mamas gave the numbers commas (Word)

Yeah, straight outta killa Queens on the billion scene

Gun tucked, boy, all about the Bucks like a [?]

When I was grilling heems, had the kitchen filled with steam (For real)

Handheld gram scale, handheld guillotine (Okay)

Me and the team with some filthy green in the Phillipines

[?] flip off the beam

And I come off the type of scene, whip real extreme (Yeah)

Conway, KGR, we every villain's theme

Tristate, where they get it a million nine ways

This that new millenial crime wave (Word up)

Dirty Harry, not [?], make my day, it be a fine day (Uh)

Sleeping lines with irons

We touching on 'em like Blind Ray on a [?]