GREY


Body Count Lyrics (feat. Thutmose)

Yeah
Body, body, body, body...
Did Grand Theft Auto really teach you how to shoot down helicopters, dude?
Yeah, yeah... you 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 hitlist

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 f*ck with me
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Let 'em know who runs these streets
Take 'em down
Take 'em down
Count 'em up like one, two, three
Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Woop, woop, yeah)
To the body count (yeah, yeah)

You think you can stop me, eh
Oh man, that so funny, eh
I pull out the Uzi, blow your brains out, then I'm runnin', yeah
This is not a game, eh
This is not for fame, yeah
Maybe I'm deranged, but f*ck it, I can't complain, yeah
Psycho in my vein (aye)
Shootin' with no aim (aye)
Cleanin' out my chopper, bring it out, and let it bang
I might be insane (aye)
My past is to blame (aye)
I been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my pain

I see bodies on bodies
Bodies on bodies
Bodies on bodies, mmh-hm
Go in through the lobby
Leave in a Audi
Hands all bloody, mmh-hm
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 f*ck with me
That [?] is all the same to me
I got so much rage in me
Told you not to f*ck with me (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 gunfight (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
I got a sickness (got a sickness)
I got a hitlist (got a hitlist)
And, baby, you're up next (yeah, yeah, yeah)

My blood runs cold (runs cold)
And my feet run faster (runnin', baby, runnin')
I still (uh) got heart (yeah)
I hear a don't matter (it don't matter, no)
Say what you want (what you want, yeah)
And it'll be your last words (yeah)
It ain't a secret (yeah)
I got a hitlist (prap)
And baby you're up next (whoa, whoa, yeah)

Stack 'em up (stack 'em up)
Stack 'em up (stack 'em up, yeah)
Teach 'em not to f*ck with me (f*ck)
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 up like one, two, three (yeah)
Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (another one)
To the body count

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