Bodies Fall

[Intro]

You motherfuckers is still talkin' shit like Tech Nina ain't breezy right?

I got a host of motherfuckers to let you know that the bodies will fall nigga

Kutt Calhoun, Prozak, The R.O.C., Blaze Ya Dead Homie

From my town and your town nigga goes down e'ry day, all day

Ayy Kutt nigga, kill

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]

I done told you niggas time after time, Blood, the feeling is mutual

What I could do to you, what tip of the bullet would prove to you

Boy period I've furious styles, and you're little no Boyz n the Hood

Acting like you Top Ramen ain't noodle fool

AK automatics passing like auto through traffic

Break way, from the traffic acting as nothing had happen

KC, I'm the drama soldier, the KC mosiah dope

Boy now turn your punk ass over, motherfucker

[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]

The R.O.C. take your life then leave fuck some with me

Pipe bomb in every word so follow my lead

I destroy any I come across so very fabric

Knitted into something I said it I Lotus smoke it then pivot

Right into your fast lane I want you observe

The way my complex flows submerge then damage your verse

I'm a mad man and any think they're worse than this

Grab your dick and bring you A-game 'cause I'm the shit

[Chorus]

Hey mayne let me tell you something

Better watch your backpack, we bustin'

When you hear that clack clack concussion

We made bodies fall

Hey mayne let me tell you something

Better watch your backpack, we bustin'

When you hear that clack clack concussion

We made bodies fall

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]

The name is Blaze, still rollin' with Smith & Wesson

The caliber is 45 for a motherfucker who pressing his luck

Homie my niggas get stuck lights off arms a[] by they neck of the

Shit is real deep, bustin' out the seven three cali'

R.O.C. and Prozak, who your bitch ass gon' tell that?

The 45 is locked and loaded, take a picture or quote it

"'Cause every where I go, a motherfucker tote it"

[Chorus]

Hey mayne let me tell you something

Better watch your backpack, we bustin'

When you hear that clack clack concussion

We made bodies fall

Hey mayne let me tell you something

Better watch your backpack, we bustin'

When you hear that clack clack concussion

We made bodies fall

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]

Tecca Nina sit bustin', put you in my world

Afterbirth and blood of a virgin I threw in my curl

With the smell of lusting and [?] of human eyed swirl

Nuts in the back of the bus 'cause I'm fuckin' them Suicide Girls

Sorry and shit, I'm a player's what I told the bitch

Fuck her [?] I was trippin' and didn't notice it

I comfort the chick and then watch her corrode the brick

When watchin' Resident Evil and jackin' off to Milla Jovovich

[Verse 5: Prozak]

I be merged through the screen of smoke, my vision's blurred

From this herb disturb it's Bobby swing from ropes

I cling to hopes I try to hide from things I think most

Concealed like cloaks you wear your coat, you might just get soaked

And shit it ain't no joke I warned you man, we straight to the throat

From SAG to Detroit, we thankful for them things that we chose

So don't provoke or get close, so Smith & Wesson folks

And know that'll get broke, and choke like thick smoke

[Chorus]

Hey mayne let me tell you something

Better watch your backpack, we bustin'

When you hear that clack clack concussion

We made bodies fall

Hey mayne let me tell you something

Better watch your backpack, we bustin'

When you hear that clack clack concussion

We made bodies fall