Jamie Madrox, Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Toe Tagz N’ Body Bagz lyrics
[Jamie Madrox, Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Toe Tagz N’ Body Bagz lyrics]
Toe tagz body bagz
Toe tagz body bagz dead body cold slab
Embalm the body after the autopsy
No blood just formaldehyde
The outcome of homicide or suicide
Pine box, dressed in ya sunday best
Got a single white rose layin off on ya chest
Close the open casket ain't no coming back
Like a one-way ticket be it
Coach or first class
Like a trip to the otherside
Soaked in all black
Time to face facts layin flat on my dead back
I flip that call it all a mishap
Then bag up ya body with
Tagz so they don't mismatch
Toe tagz body bagz imma put
You on a cold slab
Toe tagz body bagz zip yo ass up in a bag
Tag'em and bag'em and drag'em
In to the underground
Collect preserve use discretion never
Make a sound
Floor boards squeak but the dead don't speak
They marinate in the fruit celler
For up to 3 weeks
Till they're ripe for pickin and
They get plucked and tucked
Between the walls like insulation
Where they remain stuck
Forced to listen to other
Victims getting the same
Cause the artist is consistent so
It's performed the same way
Hefty cinch sak 50 gallon or more
Available in any home improvement
Or grocery store
I buy'em by the pallette and fill
My trunk with dead bodies three fat
Two skinny old men and stacked hotties
I tag'em on the toe so only I will know
How I killed'em and the reason
Why they came here for
Got so many got a library a thru z
All buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E
Linda and Larry and Lori we
Got most of the L's
20 or 30 or more as we dig in to hell
Tunnels and caverns underneath the apolled
Deeper in the ground so the body remains cold
With copies of toe tagz man I
Treat' it like a recipt
There's a copy for you copy
For me customer policy
I run a business and this hobbies not a game
It's a passion for the art
Normal people would call insane
Big silva duck tape toe tagz dead weight
2 on da porch 1 more in
The crawl space with no face
Looking at me but I hear'em at night
Crawlin through the walls trying to rob
Me of my own life
Toe tagz body bagz dead body cold slab
Embalm the body after the autopsy
No blood just formaldehyde
The outcome of homicide or suicide
Pine box, dressed in ya sunday best
Got a single white rose layin off on ya chest
Close the open casket ain't no coming back
Like a one-way ticket be it
Coach or first class
Like a trip to the otherside
Soaked in all black
Time to face facts layin flat on my dead back
I flip that call it all a mishap
Then bag up ya body with
Tagz so they don't mismatch
Toe tagz body bagz imma put
You on a cold slab
Toe tagz body bagz zip yo ass up in a bag
Tag'em and bag'em and drag'em
In to the underground
Collect preserve use discretion never
Make a sound
Floor boards squeak but the dead don't speak
They marinate in the fruit celler
For up to 3 weeks
Till they're ripe for pickin and
They get plucked and tucked
Between the walls like insulation
Where they remain stuck
Forced to listen to other
Victims getting the same
Cause the artist is consistent so
It's performed the same way
Hefty cinch sak 50 gallon or more
Available in any home improvement
Or grocery store
I buy'em by the pallette and fill
My trunk with dead bodies three fat
Two skinny old men and stacked hotties
I tag'em on the toe so only I will know
How I killed'em and the reason
Why they came here for
Got so many got a library a thru z
All buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E
Linda and Larry and Lori we
Got most of the L's
20 or 30 or more as we dig in to hell
Tunnels and caverns underneath the apolled
Deeper in the ground so the body remains cold
With copies of toe tagz man I
Treat' it like a recipt
There's a copy for you copy
For me customer policy
I run a business and this hobbies not a game
It's a passion for the art
Normal people would call insane
Big silva duck tape toe tagz dead weight
2 on da porch 1 more in
The crawl space with no face
Looking at me but I hear'em at night
Crawlin through the walls trying to rob
Me of my own life