[Intro]

Oh, shit

This is a cult murder

[Chorus: funeral]

Bitch, I got them bodies in a basket

Kill 'em broad day, in traffic

I need a bloody mess, a bloody mess

Let's get that established

I'on want a clean kill

I just want a bad mess

His body won't stay still

What's the worst that could happen?

Bitch, I got them bodies in a basket

Kill 'em broad day, in traffic

I need a bloody mess, a bloody mess

Let's get that established

I'on want a clean kill

I just want a bad mess

His body won't stay still

What's the worst that could happen?

[Verse 1: Deth Coni]

My only problem is when I go in for the kill, too clean

Only shootin' at his spleen

I done just dress up like Halloween

All of this [?] stretching thin

I just smoke tree 'til I mitigate

I just pick up my damn pen again

Be like, "How you gеt up your innocence?"

I gotta get to thе Benjamin

You gotta live your life with the sentences

You got a trial case with no evidence

If you can't fly, just make sure its elegant

[?]

We not in in light, and we move in dark

Swear that this spitfire is a art

Chop you pieces, tear you to parts

We gon' rip your ass apart

[Chorus: funeral]

Bitch, I got them bodies in a basket

Kill 'em broad day, in traffic

I need a bloody mess, a bloody mess

Let's get that established

I'on want a clean kill

I just want a bad mess

His body won't stay still

What's the worst that could happen?

Bitch, I got them bodies in a basket

Kill 'em broad day, in traffic

I need a bloody mess, a bloody mess

Let's get that established

I'on want a clean kill

I just want a bad mess

His body won't stay still

What's the worst that could happen?