| I’m on a rampage been forced to look at darkness
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| Brought up being heartless
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| And with the gauge is how I’ll guard this
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| Quietly I sit plottin hits like a lunatic
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| Waitin for a bitch to start some shit so I can hit’em
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| With a string of bullets comin from a TEC-9
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| Warned you not to test mine
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| And if you make it you’ll know next time
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| That if you fuck with me I’m gonna get ya, and when I catch ya
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| You’ll be a victim of the one they call the body snatcher
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| Many claim to be a gangsta, but that gangsta ain’t a gangsta
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| That gangsta is a prankster, yeah, a prankster’s how I rank ya
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| At the sight of blood, you hold your stomach then you’re runnin
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| Hands over your eyes and like a ho you start to vomit
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| See I ain’t never backed up, I just rack up as they sack up
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| And giggle at the niggas when they die while bodies stack up
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| Like I said before The DJ Akshun’s my identity
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| A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
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| The judge’ll try to sentence me to 10 I’ll never blink
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| He’ll change it say I’m psycho and just send me to a shrink
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| 20 months I’m in seclusion and my heads filled with confusion
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| Got a feelin that I’m losin so I’ve come to this conclusion
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| I gotta get the fuck out I can’t take it anymore
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| Caught a watchman at his post so I rushed him to the floor
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| I was thinkin to myself, «what if his posse comes to get me?»
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| I know if I’ma die, I gotta take some niggas with me
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| Put my hands around his neck, began to choke him
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| Grabbed his pistol out his holster then I smoke him
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| Waited a second I heard motherfuckers comin
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| Grabbed an extra box of shells and started runnin
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| Now I’m the nigga cops are runnin after
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| It’s time to snatch some bodies 'cause im the body snatcher
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| Runnin through the waitin room, motherfuckers chasin me
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| Judges wait to face me, coppers wanna waste me, erase me
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| But I ain’t goin out like a sucker
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| Ready, aim, fire. |
| I shot a motherfucker
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| Continued through the parking lot a lot of lights were flashing
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| Some homies must’ve seen me 'cause I heard someone say Akshen
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| Headed for the vehicle my posse from the Park
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| Some brothers from the Clark and my family from the Ward
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| Bushwick, Red, Will, and Shop
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| No questions asked, they pulled out their shit and shot
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| You hoes should’ve got back on the bus wet
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| 'Cause I ain’t that nigga to be fucked with
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| Caught up with the punk-ass shrink who sent me
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| Put my pistol point-blank, and popped till it was empty
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| One bad motherfucker comin at ya
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| Peace, from the body snatcher |