Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Count, artist - Grey. Date of issue: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body Count |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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 |