Body Bag

 Body Bag

 I'm super strap where’s ya toolie at, I don't need a nine. I'll just kill you with my mind. White collar ish, I'm not talking about the color of my collar. White collar dirt, it doesn't kill you but it leaves your financial murked. My verbals put in the work to leave lying in the dirt, just dig ya grave we don't need a hearse. I'm super strap with a 50 round clip filled with verbs, an extra clip filled with metaphors and similes. Seemingly your similarities are not similar to my artillery. My words bring you the machinery, as the thesaurus adds to my artillery to diversify my arsenal; I'm ready for this killing spree. Strip a person of their desire to learn and that's the true definition of killing for free. What’s going rate for murder? I don't need to know I'll body this verse for no fee. I'm a hitman for hire, no Denzel but a ghostwriter because I'm a man on fire. Knowledge is the truth serum, since we're extracting the truth I'll bring the pliers. I'm murdering you with the truth Jim Carey style, we don’t like liars. Liars stick to their conviction, OD on prescriptions because they can't handle the truth. I guess my team has a few good men. I abort negativity so I can dead the birth of doubt. Since I verbally terminated the pregnancy, did I just commit a sin? I have malice for losing that's why I murdered the verdict hence; the jury could products a win. No relation to the man in the mirror but my mic jacked son because Dirty Diana was massacred and she was my next of kin. Goosebumps but no R.L. Stein so all these character assassinations is putting bumps on my skin. Yeah rash like, I’m allergic to B%%*S### that's why, I dead the noise with my loud silent grin.

Where’s your confidence at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where’s your hunger at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. You're scared to compete? Where’s your courage at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where's your mind at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag.

It's killing me softly that people creatively try to box me in. Off the top, I’m outside of the box, burring your notions, I’m playing to win. Peeling back the layers segregation, the third degree of separation is burning my skin. Fiending for a fix, substitute the needle for pen, all this discombobulated propaganda has transformed the schools into a chaos play pin. Burn up history or be the new comer scorching the scene? 187 your perception because both of these events have an analogous theme...Corporations assassinating synergy to promote slavery is a profitable scheme. I dead that nonsense with the synergism from my pen, which abolishes the corporate slavery dream. Decapitate the masters to bring symmetry to the field and house niggers because low esteem is the reason for diluted potential in increasing people's revenue streams. Over dosed on his potential because he couldn’t cope with slavery therefore, he murked his 9 to 5 to create his thoughts in a 5 by 9. A creative mercenary, I murder my problem and bury them in a coffin made of pine. No coffin, you’re just coughin because your inside the box thinking is leading your business to its coffin. No doubt, you think about deading yourself often because those thoughts inside the box are suicidal, businessly you’re killing yourself. Burials and no betrayals just kill your worries and aim for greatness, body bags!

Where’s your confidence at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where’s your hunger at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. You're scared to compete? Where’s your courage at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where's your mind at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag.

Murder ya fears and grind for ya dreams so you can put the negativity in a Body Bag! Let’s Fitted It!