Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka

Prophet motherfuckin'

Posse hoeThree 6

Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas

And ready to do this shit you wanna fuck a hoe

Then wait until you're back when the war's gone bitch

You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas

Thinkin' that

I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on

Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch

Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood,

I be like black haven zone

And when it comes to parts of the body,

I got more than

Auto zoneIn the middle of fashion

I got to keep it like rockin'

Them people callin' it green that smoke how much

I like itAgain it's up to him

I need to let some shots off

It's DJ Paul with

Teflon so take that bulletproof off

When they jump,

I pump to put some murderin' punks

And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

Play, I'ma terror from the end,

I'll watch that body explode

If they retaliate

I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes

Kill 'em though don't you know,

I want to get rid of those faked up hoes

It's the city of

Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me blood

I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge

I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no heart

You niggas front from the start

I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this?

Pimp type ass bitch down with the

Triple 6My

Lexus trunk or

Viper Prophet

Posse nothin' nicer

In this fuckin' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my trunk never denyin'

Always high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks

Always stayin' on the top look at the

Billboard

ChartsProphet

Posse takin' over nigga now we got you high

I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill

I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill

You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep

Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass runnin'

We be the

Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so tight

M-Child, Orange

Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch

I met this dude last week who said he slangin' double keys

Also had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink

What you think

I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree

So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets

Curve after curve

I return tryin' not to swerve

Knowin' by the hour

I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs

Plus a pure herb,

AK's, all kinds a guns'

Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

Please don't test these murderers slugs

I will pump in to gut

Scan from the

Killa Klan

Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk

Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names

Now which, which one would you choose

Whichever you choose you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, don't be a trick

To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the deal

Dope sella

BHZ's where

I dwell-ah

They looked into the barrel of my jet black

BarrettaRatta, tatta, is all you heard

To see you niggas comin' up in the [unverified]

But watch the game 'cause you don't got no friends

Droopy Drew

Dog self made to the end

Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill

And it feel they don't feel what

I feel, then

I fillThem up with bullet lead, two to the head

Then I lay them in graves that

I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks

Kaze in this motherfuck down with

Prophet click

Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas

Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me

Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn fool we

Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin',

I can smell it well

And if them police pull us over

I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches

That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while

I drop this track

I flack, I'm ready,

I'm straight from very bone

To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see

Triple 6, it's on

Bitch every mud up in a source bone

I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker

For talkin' that shit, uh,

I don't wanna kill a motherfucker

Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains

On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga

Pullin' the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

Motherfucker

I'm K Roc,

I dump the bodyparts into my trunk

See me after

Killa Klan, seein' that

K Roc solo burn

Makin' up in my green,

Prophet Posse my nigga

Gimme that forty glock and

I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat

I don't know where you're at hey boy,

I better witness a [unverified]

If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car

To that ditch,

I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk