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...