Intro: Thutmose]

Yeah

Body, body, body, body

Did Grand Theft Auto really teach you how to shoot down helicopters there?

Yeah, yeah, I do, it's just X, A, right trigger



[Verse 1: Michael Trewartha]

I got a hunger, I got a fever

And it just won't quit

I got a temper, I got a bullet

With your name on it

Everybody wonders what it's like on top

I don't gotta wonder 'cause I call the shots

I got a hunger, I got a fever

I got a fresh hit list



[Pre-Chorus: Michael Trewartha]

My blood runs cold and my feet run faster

I still got heart, I hear a heart don't matter

Say what you want and it'll be your last words

It ain't a secret, I got a hit list

And baby, you're up next



[Chorus: Michael Trewartha]

Stack 'em up, stack 'em up

Teach 'em not to fuck with me

Bag 'em up, bag 'em up

Let 'em know who runs these streets

Take 'em down, take 'em down

Count 'em out like one, two, three

Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah)

To the body count



[Verse 2: Thutmose]

You think you can stop me, yeah

Oh man, that's so funny, yeah

I'll pull out the Uzi, blow your brains out

Then I'm running, yeah

This is not a game, ayy, this is not for fame, yeah

Maybe I'm deranged, but fuck it, I can't complain, yeah

Psycho in my vein (Ayy), shootin' with no aim (Ayy)

Cleanin' out my chopper (Ayy), bring it out and it let it bang

I might be insane (Ayy), my past is to blame (Ayy)

I've been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my pain

I see bodies on bodies, bodies on bodies

Bodies on bodies, mm-hmm

Go in through the lobby, leave in a Audi

Hands all bloody, mm-hmm

Ridin' with the top off, roof look like it's chopped off

Grand Theft Auto taught me how to shoot down helicopters

Bullet with your name on it, spray it, let it rain on 'em

Told you not to fuck with me

Dead, heartless, all the same to me, I got so much rage in me

Told you not to fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)



[Verse 3: Michael Trewartha & Thutmose]

I got a sickness (Got a sickness), you wouldn't want this (Nah)

It's comin' down real bad (Real bad, real bad)

You brought a dull knife (Yeah) into a gun fight (Woo)

You better watch your back (Watch your back, boy)

Don't you ever wonder what it's like on top (Yeah)

I don't gotta wonder 'cause I'm never not (Yuh)

I got a sickness (Got a sickness), I got a hit list (Got a hit list)

And baby, you're up next (Yeah, yeah, yeah)





[Pre-Chorus: Michael Trewartha & Thutmose]

My blood runs cold (Runs cold) and my feet run faster (Runnin', baby)

I still got heart (Uh, yeah), I hear a heart don't matter (Doesn't matter)

Say what you want (What you want) and it'll be your last words (Yeah)

It ain't a secret (Yeah), I got a hit list (What?)

And baby, you're up next (Woo, woo, yeah)



[Chorus: Michael Trewartha & Thutmose]

Stack 'em up (Stack 'em up), stack 'em up (Stack 'em up, yeah)

Teach 'em not to fuck with me (Fuck)

Bag 'em up (Bag 'em up), bag 'em up (Bag 'em up, yeah)

Let 'em know who runs these streets (Yeah)

Take 'em down, take 'em down (Take 'em down, down)

Count 'em out like one, two, three (Yeah)

Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (Another one)

To the body count