Bodybag - Lord Infamous

I am the Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter

I come from the land down under

You cross a killers path, that’ll be your last

Get your maggot ass dumped into a bodybag

I promise you don’t want no problems with Keyser

Evaporate bodies …

… exercise

The rowdiest track with the 6th Enterprise

Death to all traitors, never cross Lord Vader

Smack potatoes with da lightsaber, milli mind raider, yeah

The black out make 'em tap out, blood is blastin' out your nostril

Trick don’t come at me all hostile fore I make this fuckin' mac growl

Your lung is collapsin', you better … out

Have you jumpin' up and down like a holy ghost up in you pal

Never smile, I never grin, I ain’t cha friend

Bloody revenge is the situation you put in

So bitch don’t come at me all funny with that okie-doke

You will get your hoe ass corpse steamed in fuckin' pistol smoke

I am the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter

I come from the land down under

You cross a killers path, that’ll be your last

Get your maggot ass dumped into a bodybag

Hit you so hard with the tomahawk your fuckin' intestines collapse and you

moonwalk

Hittin' a line of bolivian paint (?) with the salt

Sawed off blow yo (?) balls off, molotov cocktail burn 'em all

Break the law, peel yo skin off when goin' to the damn withdrawal

Sweatin' like a christmas hog, Soze, twisted serial killer

Tweakin' like a geeked up ninja, samurai slice ya, eat yo liver

Butchered to the goddamn gizzard, my (?) molly wizard

Snotty trigger, on that sizzurp, snortin' up a meth-blizzard

Tables turn here, bitch I run out at the rear

Nigga say he want a souvenir — I bring his fuckin' ear

Drag 'em to da river, him and his niggas 'gator dinner

Leave a suicide note to yo bitch and mammy in blood on the pillow

I am the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter

I come from the land down under

You cross a killers path, that’ll be your last

Get your maggot ass dumped into a bodybag