Bodies

(álbum: From The Depths - 2016)

Omen...

Bitch, I'm floating through your city and I'm posted on your block
OmenXIII Holy Ghostly, demigodly on my job
Acting tough, we know you not
Acting cold, we know you hot
We know you mad as fuck when you see us pulling up into your spot
We know you just a bitch, come lose some blood if you want
Come and run up on the king of demons from the underworld
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
I'ma show you what it means to really see a fucking ghost
To meet your death in the flesh, if you really tryna press me
Lay you down, put you to rest, like the dog you wanna be
Like the bitch you really are
Skrrt, skrrt, ain't got no car
Bling-ow, bling-ow, got no chain though
Counting up money but I really know you ain't though
Bitch I really know you hate me 'cause I'm doing shit you can't
'Cause I really make bands, 'cause I'm gonna make racks
I ain't worried 'bout that
'Cause the money gon' come then I'm really gon' eat
Or I'm just gonna die, aye
So let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Aye, bitch

Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor