Lamb Spread

[Intro: Body Bag Ben]
That's produced and written by
Ha
Body Bag
Look, bussin', yo

[Verse 1: Body Bag Ben]
Yo, in blood is how we take it
Give 'em a hot lead face lick
We DiBiase with the rear naked
Damn, some molten lava leave him rockin' half a mask like he the Phantom of the Opera
Peels his dome like a guava
One's a student, not a proctor, huh
It's effortless, my essence bless they senses like he in a presence of a witch doctor
He heaven sent the dive that flow like whiskey out the bottle neck
Step on the throttle, burn like the dragon's breath
They plot dubious
Hands crafted out of stone carved from fragments off the statue of a Nubis (Oh)
Fuck who buzzin'
Picasso with the pen stroke
Paint 'em red, they standin' in front of the bull runnin'
Huh, he gunnin'
Ax every top of Paul Bunyan
Run the scalpel through the onion, now we stuntin', huh
This shit tougher than nails but got that feeling like he Uncle L
Living law right before performing Rock the Bells
Exquisite like Aristotle when he write linguistics
The semi-auto shells look like fish sticks (Boom), huh
Don't play the straight and narrow
This ain't your wisdom, he in tune with the Pharaohs
Blood of the sun when he shoot his arrows
Motherfucker

[Interlude]
Mi seh
Mi shot pussyhole while people fi fun
Who waan test me? Come on
Come on

[Verse 2: NapsNdreds]
Yo, yo up top, yo
Yo, check
Big tings a gwan
Big rims and cars, pick what's ours
Keep the funky on like (What?), chitterlings, hog moss
Mod Podge, good with my craft
Boss hog, hog tie ya boss
Leave things be
Lost cause because (What?)
When I said, "Freeze dawg", no Bichon, you was still moving
So when discharged, it hit y'all
Body Bag Ben, they want the shotty or the MAC-10
What you tryna eat? I'm probably ordering the lamb spread
Mon dead, Major Leagues, Rob Manfred
Rob ya man, sped off in a Dodge Ram, hot damn
Askin' for somethin'
Strong accent, Jamaican or somethin'
Never saw the path he went (No)
Some unknown pathogen (Uh)
Infect the brain with dopeness
Made rappers get back on the train, said they lane was hopeless
Played the Opus, hold this (Uh)
Greatest progress, remain focused
Even with grey hairs, no stress

[Outro]
Yuh know who yuh ah bumboclaat ramp wid?
Unnu know me
I am di original Jamaican Don Dada
Yuh undastan? Jamaican rude bwoy
Unuh waan ramp wid bombaclat mi?
Come, come on
I murda people fi fun
Murda unnu bombaclat fi fun
Come on
Come on