body count

Lyrics

yeah, body, body, body, body. did grand theft auto really teach you how to shoot down helicopters, dude?, yeah, yeah. you just. x, a. right trigger, i got a hunger, i got a fever, and it just won't quit, i got a temper, i got a bullet, with your name on it, everybody wonders what it's like on top, i don't gotta wonder 'cause i call the shots, i got a hunger, i got a fever, i got a fresh hitlist, my blood runs cold, and my feet run faster, i still got heart, i hear a heart don't matter, say what you want, and it'll be your last words, it ain't a secret, i got a hit list, and baby you're up next, stack 'em up, stack 'em up, teach 'em not to fuck with me, bag 'em up, bag 'em up, let 'em know who runs these streets, take 'em down, take 'em down, count 'em up like one, two, three, add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one, to the body count, you think you can stop me, eh, oh man, that so funny, eh, i pull out the uzi, blow your brains out, then i'm runnin', yeah, this is not a game, eh, this is not for fame, yeah, maybe i'm deranged, but fuck it, i can't complain, yeah, psycho in my vein, shootin' with no aim, cleanin' out my chopper bring it out, and let it bang, i might be insane, my past is to blame, i been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my pain, i see bodies on bodies, bodies on bodies, bodies on bodies, mmh-hm, go in through the lobby, leave in a audi, hands all bloody, mmh-hm, ridin' with the top off, roof look like it's chopped off, grand theft auto taught me how to shoot down helicopters, bullet with your name on it, spray it, let it rain on 'em, told you not to fuck with me, that is all the same to me, i got so much rage in me, told you not to fuck with me, i got a sickness, you wouldn't want this, it's comin' down real bad, you brought a dull knife, into a gunfight, you better watch your back, don't you ever wonder what it's like on top?, i don't gotta wonder 'cause i'm never not, i got a sickness, i got a hitlist, and, baby, you're up next, my blood runs cold, and my feet run faster, i still got heart, i hear a don't matter, say what you want, and it'll be your last words, it ain't a secret, i got a hitlist, and baby you're up next, stack 'em up, stack 'em up, teach 'em not to fuck with me, bag 'em up, bag 'em up, let 'em know who runs these streets, take 'em down, take 'em down, count 'em up like one, two, three, add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one, to the body count