[Chorus]
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned into a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em be shot

[Verse 2]
Cocaine, red rum, heroin, automatic gun
Watch the led come, twerking money then spread some
N***a you'd die if you'd try me
Warn a brother, my gun is Def Jam, Joey ID
Definitely won't jam when you ride up beside me
Straight pound, straight A, bring em on my paydays
And every day is payday
I shoot yo' shit down like mayday
Ain't a better rapper, if it is, I don't know of 'em
My raise is hoe ass bitch and she's blowing 'em
Cuban necktie off buck 50
Realest n***a in rap, come fuck with me
N***as know and bitches too
LOX, D block, sickest crew
123, showing what the 4 5th'll do
I don't give a fuck about your family that's missing you
[Chorus]
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned into a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em be shot

[Verse 2]
Pretty watch and the pretty whip
Pretty much it's a pretty gun I get busy with
Playin belly dancing, little fizzy shit
Think the killa n***a want some silly shit
Silly n***as gotta die too, I'm serious
You Crip a Piru, couple n***as is curious
Now I'm in my own gang and my style's furious
Hating n***as, banging n***as
Wolf pack n***as, show the fame n***as
Quiet n***as do yo thang n***a
To calm down I need a bunch of weed
Or I'll crack yo head like a pumpkin seed
Or a sunflower, or the shell on a walnut
I'm G'd up but I'm all nuts or coco, or loco
But I'm just fine with a 9 and trade ocho
Stay the fuck away from me if you talk to popo
[Chorus]
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned into a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em be shot

[Verse 3]
This is beast music provided by Scram and I
Light it up n***a, get phantom high
Try to keep up with the Jones
Keep up with the beats and keep up with the poems
Spittin out the dome while I'm lighting up the zones
See that, or see me lighting up the chrome
You ain't fuckin with me n***a, neither is yo' homeboy
Hardest n***a out, standing all alone boy
You want the title? Set the match up
I'll push you down and you ain't getting back up
I'll fuck around and tear ya back up
Phase 2: n***as gon' say Ghost slayed you

[Chorus]
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned into a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em be shot