Body Bag (J-Town Diss)

*Snippet of J-Town's track (Demented Demon)*

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Body bag
Body bag
Body bag
Body bag, body bag, body bag, body bag

Excuse me, Mr. Paul
Homie, you about to lose it all
Mention me, takes balls
But - I’mma make you crawl, slam your motherfucking brain through the wall
Excuse me, Mr. Paul
Fully Equipped and all but with bare hands you gonna get mauled
Watch as you fall, W0RDPLAY’s on the loose again
Call up Isaac, so he can snatch your shoes again

Homie, whatchu gonna do?
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
Out here dissing my crew
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
I’mma leave you looking black and blue
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
I’mma put your neck in a noose
(I’mma put you in a body bag)

You whiney ass bitch, out here trying to look all manly
You motherfucking pansy
Get everything fancy from mammy
And your ungrateful ass still ain’t happy
Why so cranky? What your bitch ass needs a nanny
Married but can’t afford no family
Out here posting pics of your chick in her panties
Does she even know you got sucked off by a tranny?
(Gay motherfucker)

Homie, whatchu gonna do?
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
Out here dissing my crew
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
I’mma leave you looking black and blue
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
I’mma put your neck in a noose
(I’mma put you in a body bag)

I’m looking for a fight boy
But you can’t even fight boy
Got your ass kicked by a white boy
Scrawny ass dude but he still knocked out your lights boy
Fight Kevin Garcia? Don’t make me laugh
Homie, his girl can probably kick your ass
Saying you fucked all these girls, you buggin
Let’s face it, the only girls you fucking are your cousins
Boy listen, you just another wack motherfucker who thinks he be spitting and killing it on the mic
Like, you just bitch and you whine, complain all the time then sock your girl,that ain’t right
Saying we all fake but when we keep it real you get teary eyed and sensitive inside
Do yourself a favor, grow some fucking balls, Mr. Paul before you get some shoved down your motherfucking windpipe
Listen you dumb fuck, you freestyle cuz you know you can’t write shit
You got no talent, no bars, no flow, homie, you ain’t gifted, you just sound like it
Fuck your homies, your fam, everyone that you adore
I’mma leave you on the floor bruised, beaten and torn
Shattered and sore, killed to the core
Then I’mma end your career and like your son it’ll die before it was even born
(Motherfucker)

Homie, whatchu gonna do?
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
Out here dissing my crew
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
I’mma leave you looking black and blue
(I’mma put you in a body bag)
Homie, whatchu gonna do?
I’mma put your neck in a noose
(I’mma put you in a body bag)