No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Bodycount muthafuckas
ride now do the bride rock it, pop it dont stop it i wanna knock it open up and let me come inside take me on a donkey ride wanna make that body jerk
in the door, bodies laying out all over the floor and, I don't remember how they got there, But I guess I must have killed them. - Killed them! I said
ll keep this one to ourselves. The body hits the floor, the bones break and form a key. One less whore to my name, one more notch on the kill count.
schools Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme I'm livin
cause I just don't know What's going on with the feeling right inside me Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me I don't know who I killed
nigger, we pour bottles Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos, started with... powder and a baby bottle Yeah, the formula is warning ya, crack kills off reals to the corridor Killed
No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
schools Got warrants for arrest in about twenty states Got a bigger body count than fuckin' Norman Bates I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme
my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can't reveal when I glide With the moneybag Ride to the hide', count my flags I
robbin Either way somebody's rotten all I hear is bodies droppin I jump behind the front desk in the nick of time The crook is on the floor, his blood
to me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother
Fuck the drinks on the table While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel Open your face and pour milk in your forehead Count the bodies
's Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch
'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I was standing Of the strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor And I floated down the counter
