Body Bag

[Verse 1: Stray]
Bad bad moon written on the jawline
Red sun rising in my eyesight
I devour nights with problems on paper you could decide
If you taking a hit, but I know you'll probably decline
Woven through the withered hands of the offered
My wrists stay bound instead of stretched to others
Man everybody dies, that's a deep slumber
A well rested hot head for the cold summers
But I'm blacking out now, no time for debating, I'm out
I've been around the sounds of accolades and stood where they drowned out
Nobody held their hand out, I work for what I am now
Late nights and sacrificing sanity to a bunch of motherfucking clowns
Euthanize I put 'em down, welcome to the pound homie
Stray dogs howl, all bite never growl
Fuck it, run it with me, fly my plane into the fucking ground
Over trusting of the dreamer with the fool's gold in his mouth (Bitch!)

[Chorus: Stray]
They wanna see me in a body bag (Body bag)
Louis V coffin with the price tag (With the price tag)
So self-righteous they don't like that (Nah)
Got 'em barking so loud, I might bite back
They wanna see me in a body bag (Body bag)
Louis V coffin with the price tag (With the price tag)
So self-righteous they don't like that (Nah)
Got 'em barking so loud, I might bite back

[Verse 2: FamZ]
I want Prada on the tombstone
Hooligan since I came up out the group home
Two steppin' with my Chuck Taylor shoes on
Took out six people in the pit, who want it?
Grew up in a circus, town full of clowns
Trailer park with dogs barkin' in the background
Stashin' candy in the john like I'm Uncle Buck
Trappin' out the tool box of a stolen truck
Po'Boyz, hot wire yo whip
Finesse yo bitch, grab yo stash, light a blunt then dip
Fuck the 1 by the 2, praise the 2 to the 6
Jonesin' for your fix of this Hoolaid mix
I keep the Glock tucked in case I pop up
At your pop-up and let them shots bust
40 wet you like the drool from a mastiff
Big bark, bite you like a shark when you act tough

[Chorus: Stray]
They wanna see me in a body bag (Body bag)
Louis V coffin with the price tag (With the price tag)
So self-righteous they don't like that (Nah)
Got 'em barking so loud, I might bite back
They wanna see me in a body bag (Body bag)
Louis V coffin with the price tag (With the price tag)
So self-righteous they don't like that (Nah)
Got 'em barking so loud, I might bite back

[Verse 3: Wrekonize]
They want to see me in a body bag oddly wrapped
No longer killing shit so these idiots can have their space to hobby rap
Got missiles aiming at your almanac
It's getting bumpy for liars like it's a polygraph
I probably have to run a million miles around these haters for sure
Oh you the shit? Well I'm a case of manure
That also doubles as a case for the cure against the basic décor
Of trash rappers trying to take what is pure
You better believe that anybody trying to take me out is facing the lord
I put them underneath the base of the boards
Looking up at the clouds will have them feeling like space is the floor
I disconnect their soul and break it in four (Yah)
I am the first one zoning in The Upside Down
I am the king, peep my throne and my crown
And still they show me disrespect a name they only throwing around
Will have them growing out a hole in the ground and get body bagged
Yeah... body bag