Body Funk

[Intro]
And now the moment you've all been waiting for

[Hook: Geno Cultshit]
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe

[Verse 1: Damien Quinn]
I black out when I put a punk in a trunk
That’s how I fucked up and got blood on my bumps
Keep him tied up, this chump about to catch it
Take a hatchet to his stomach, rip his guts out, then I stretch it
Across the alleyway I love death in every way
And when they start to decay, I still leave 'em tied and gay
Yo, my mind is insane, check your name
Claim I ain’t poppin' thangs with a shirt full of blood stains
Your blood drains off my bumper to the ground
Who’d have thought I’d hit ya point blank with the cannon round
Make sure your body’s never found is my objective
Play it like a pimp when I talk to detectives
My perspective has stayed with duct tape
It makes it easier for the cunt to get raped
Don’t make the mistake of lettin' the bitch loose
Keep her hog tied with ya daddy’s noose

[Hook: Geno Cultshit]
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe

[Verse 2: Geno Cultshit]
Hey yo, black duffel bags, AK’s, and grenades
I be killing everybody, but you know it ain’t a thing
I’ll be jackin' off in your niece's room in the closet
Looking at me crazy, but you know you bout to vomit
Caught your ass slippin', now you’re in my kitchen
Cooked up in a pot, shit so vivid
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
Rollin' through your hood, you can smell the body funk
I be choppin' up the people saying that I’m evil
And drop the body parts at a church or a steeple
You better fuckin run, you better fuckin run
Gonna run up in your crib, and kill everyone
And if you did me wrong, I’ma kill you slowly
Fingers, toes, nails, blow me
Hackin' up the body when I’m playin with the shotty
It excites me when your corpse starts rotting

[Hook: Geno Cultshit]
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe

[Verse 3: Mars]
Put your body in the trunk, got fucked, and I’m dumpin'
Fifteen inch in the back, your head slumpin
Man, it’s nothin to murder a bitch
Chop the body up in a bag, she ain’t shit
I'm tired of scrapin the back on the track for bag sacks
Mad insane, grippin a 4 with black rags
This is dark side with dark half, we got a mess
And never hesitate to put a slug in yo ass
I got a grip for cash for all the bodies that I’m stackin
Yo bitch up on the block I’m just mackin'
She ain’t got my scrill the hoe’s done
Creep outta cloud of that smoke, I’m on one
On three, shit we finna kick in the door
Out the morgue mothafucka and I’m killin that ho
Yeah I put her body with the rest of em
Turning bitches out and you know I got the best of em

[Hook: Geno Cultshit]
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho killer, I am crazy
Don’t ask me why the body’s hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe