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Dead Bodies Lyrics by The Terrorists

Terror Strikes - Always Bizness, Never Personal

1991

[Verse 1: Dope-E]
Look around and tell me what you see
Nothing but catastrophes by the Dope-E
This ain't no game, nigga, I don't fuck around
I'll stuff your body in a garbage can downtown
See, that's the hardcore life of the street game
With freaks attained, a nigga's face'll get rearranged
Into bloody Play-Doh, that's the way it go
And by the time you think you know the time it ain't no mo'
You see, I'm just waiting for a fool
So I could use his blood for my backyard pool
Damn, these niggas think I'mof bullshittin'
And fuck all that hittin', I'ma let my .9 start clicking
I did a job, I had to rob the mob
All their ass died 'cause they can't squab
Terrorist style, battle to the very end
So many fatal weapons, I'm taking out all your men
And with my rifle and a scope to spot them
I'ma shoot my whole column 'til I dot 'em and I got 'em
You better wish upon a fucking star
'Cause when my blood heats up, I'm hotter than steaming tar
Dead bodies

[Interlude: Dope-E]
Sending out a death shout, to my boy Point Blank
May he rest in Peace
(What?! They done killed my nigga Blank?!)

[Verse 2: Point Blank]
No, uh-huh, that's bullshit
I'm a walking corpse waking up from a deep sleep
'Balming fluid in my body, still counting sheep
With a 100 dead men, watching my back
I died smoking primos, they died smoking crack
Now it's time for us to rise
And all the niggas that dissed me in the past: surprise
I get crazy thoughts that make me laugh
Like put you in the ground, dig you up then kill your ass
How that sound, Dope? (It sound good to me)
What about you, Ganksta NIP? (86 them niggas speak)
So if ya need some more info, check the mail
'Cause that's what marks the beginning of Blank's blood trail
And if you make it to the end
I put a pistol to my head 'cause you gotta be a rough man
But ain't no nigga, harder than the Point Blank
So, bitch, you owe me an apology (I'm sorry!)
P-O-I-N to the motherfuckin' T, Blank
Wreck shit like a tank, dank makes me get ill
That's why the motherfuckin' morgue is filled, full of dead bodies

[Verse 3: Dope-E]
Reminiscing, about way back when
As roggish as I was, I should've been in the pen
Killing ain't no thang, I must be insane
Snatch a little girl's umbrella and ask her could she stand the rain
My brain is disassembled, life I can't handle
But that's what I get for throwing away my brain instruction manual
Robbed an old lady, went to court, didn't care
'Cause I beat on the ear, till her hearing was impaired
The judge could convict me, on where that occurred
'Cause the pipe I beat her with, made her speak with a slur
I'm dissing, but never ever, kissing, the next man's rump
Don't make me get my pump
Chump change, pennies, nickles and dimes
I need bus fair, give it here, it's mine
South Park brother, from the South y'all
And don't you ever run up on me
And try and scold me, or even bluff me
Or better off shoot me
It takes a whole task force to handcuff me
I'm strong, street smart is the way to be
No hesitation, I strike instantly like a cobra
You better off staying sober
Living on the edge, looking over your shoulder
I'm a maniac, when I react I attack
With a baseball bat with intentions to crack
Skulls and ribs, leaving mortal remains
Temporary insanity, I'm forever deranged
Now look at me, and tell me what you see
How old do I look 'cause I can only count to three
I need an education, to give me hope
I need some money, so now I'm selling dope
E behind bars, a cement wall
With no one to write to, or no one to call
And if I ever have a change to do it over
I would, do it just like I did before: hardcore
Leaving dead bodies
Leaving dead bodies
Dead bodies
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About “Dead Bodies” by The Terrorists

Read the complete lyrics to "Dead Bodies" by The Terrorists from the album "Terror Strikes - Always Bizness, Never Personal" in 1991. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Gangsta Rap, Trap, Lo-Fi.

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"Dead Bodies" appears on "Terror Strikes - Always Bizness, Never Personal" in 1991.

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