[Intro: Mack Maine]
Awoo
Don't be scared now (Ah)
Awooooo
Yeah (Okay)
We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice (Haha, haha)
We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice
Don't be scared now!

[Verse 1: Mack Maine]
I have you sweating so hard, you need three or four towels (Towels)
After that, all I need is three or four showers
Just to get the blood off; then three or four hours
Then come through your hood and get three or four cowards (Blat)
You think you're bison, like you play for Howard
But you's a duck like Howard, I make you fall like the towers
I cut your arm off and tell you to reach (N***a)
Then I cut your tongue off, and I tell you to speak, ha
My n***as in the circle, in the middle of the bonfire
They quick to become arsonists and set you on fire
The flesh start to smell (Smell), but who gives a fuck? (Fuck)
Heaven or Hell, n***a, you need to pick one
Brr-r-r! Stick 'em! Now, you become a victim
Yeah, you become a victim (Yeah, you become a victim)
Ha! I'm evil like three sixes, n***a, minus the "Mafia"
And ain't no brakes on my shit, n***a, ain't no stopping the—
Young cannibal, cut you like a cantaloupe
I mistreat bodies—for breakfast, I eat bodies, ugh!
Mm, chu'ch!
[Chorus: Shanell, Mack Maine & Lil Wayne]
You could smell fear in the distance
Pray over their lives
Come in this hood, better witness this
Sacri–
'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
F'i-ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
Ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
Yeahhhh!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Haha! It's Weezy F. Crazy
You scary-ass rappers—on the beat, I'm Wes Craven
But I'm Eastside 'til I reside in the grave
And you walk in my basement, see the bodies I'm saving
Bloodbath flow—yes, it's time for some bathing
Shotty with a drum, and I'ma play it like a cadence
Invasion, I cook you like the Asians
Put bread on your head like a raisin
You a danish, you need glazing
Pardon me, man, but I'm craving
I got you in the oven, but I'm waiting
I'm patient, for my patient
Yeah, there's a meeting in my kitchen
Shhh! there's rappers sleeping in my kitchen
Young Money creatures
Kill your sweet ass, then eat you, muh'fucker!
[Chorus: Shanell & Mack Maine]
You could smell fear in the distance
Pray over their lives
Come in this hood, better witness this
Sacri–
'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
F'i-ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
Ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
We take your body for a motherfucking sacrifice
See you in Hell, bitch, meet me in the afterlife
Minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand, n***a
Knife to ya head, you my sacrificial lamb, n***a
I can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people
Paint the scene, I'ma leave a bunch of red people
Saddam, I bomb, I'm insane, Hussein
Assault rifle with the drum, n***a, with the blue flame
Blood on my glove while I'm burying the witness
Cut your limbs off, I'm on my Jeffrey Dahmer-sick shit
For real, I'm ill, we marching like the military
Coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery
You n***as sweet, get ate like Ben & Jerry's
You n***as very fairy—
Tale, frail; better go and say your "Hail Mary"
Rocket launcher, bitch, I'ma throw a Hail Mary
Young Gudda, biatch!
[Chorus: Shanell & Mack Maine]
You could smell fear in the distance
Pray over their lives
Come in this hood, better witness this
Sacri–
'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
F'i-ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)
Ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)