[INTRO - TV NEWS AUDIO]

"Turning to other news this Noon time

Police have identified two of the three people

Who were found shot to death inside a Flint home last night

And the man shot during an attempted robbery in Flint yesterday

Is in critical condition."

[FLEX]

I thought I would never ever hurt her

But once again it's a murder

Flex The Body Snatcher

Snatching hoes like a bitch killer

Slicing niggas and hoes apart

I didn't want to go this far

But get to the heart

Had to whip

Out my fucking chainsaw

Cause it's a lot of niggas that want to sac up

So I call my nigga Shotgun up

In case I need backup

[HOOK]

It's another murder, another murder

It's another 187

[SHOTGUN]

Yeah, this is Shotgun

The motherfucking Cap Peeler

What's up, cuz?

Hold them motherfuckers down

I'm on my motherfucking way

It's a murder once again

Had you heard from The Body Snatcher

I'm glad you called

Cause I'm killing all fucking punks with you

With my shotgun

Cause that's how I got my name

Leaving motherfuckers slain

With a bullet in their brain

[FLEX]

Nigga, nigga, nigga let me get back in this

Cause once I start dropping bodies like John Gotti

I ain't going to stop until I'm finished

My work is never done until their heart stops

That's why they drop I went and check

To see if I hear a tick-tock

Just in case that nigga have on a vest

I put my gun barrel on his chest

At point-blank range and put him to rest

And watch him die fast

And watch him bleed slow

It's a murder once again and I'm looking for one mo'

To stack on the top of the pack

Of all them niggas I done jacked

T.A. is Top Authority leaving them D.O.A. in the plastic sack

Now you know I'm back and wondering where I went

Here's my hint

I'm 110-percent straight up nigga from Flint

And the man you never heard of

But now you should know it's Flex

Once again on a murder

[HOOK]

[SHOTGUN]

Buck, buck, buck fuck a driveby

I'll walk through your hood and start popping

Dropping motherfuckers like flies

Bullet proof vest on my chest so you can't harm me

Rolling with a nigga clan

So bitch you better bring an army

Cause I'm a cold hearted killer out for blood

Leaving niggas in ditches

Even bitches catching slugs

So motherfucker step with caution

You pulling that fucking junk, punk

I'm pulling a pump for once this shit jumps off then

You won't stand a chance in the ambulance

Two to the head, now you're dead bitch

With shit all in your fucking pants

I told you once, I told you twice not to step to this

But you persist

Got caught up missing, got that fucking skull split

Wide open like a cantaloupe

You prayed and hoped I wasn't no joke

And that it was just another murder that I wrote

But no, take another guess my friend

It's a murder once again and this shit just won't end

Until I'm caught by the Feds

But how can I get caught

When they keep finding the bodies without the fucking heads

And no clue that leaves the evidence

No murder weapon, no fingerprints

Just the muddy, bloody pavement

In the city of Flint you're living in Hell

Ain't no Heaven so keep guessing

It's another 187 again

[FLEX]

Flex The Problem Solver once again on a murder hunt

To play to win you got to shoot a hunch to kill a bunch

Not like Jeffrey Dahmer

I don't shoot 'em, kill 'em, beat 'em or eat 'em

I know I look, so he'll be good as took if I ever meet him

Which I plan on doing

Ruin his life, once he reach parole

I doubt if he do, but if he did he'd be 180 years old

Still getting the same treatment as if he was a younger nigga

My bullet has no age limit once I squeeze the trigger

Like my last resort

It was his faulty step in the Ward

The victim was in pain as blood ran from his brain cord

He was in pain, steady running

Steady yellin', calling Kevin

I grabbed my MAC-11, now he's 187

Dead on the spot, D.O.A. found in the parking lot

I [???] [first the weed???]

And get to use the 16 rounds on his Glock

Which was smooth, plus he also had a .44

Cause when I checked the scope

He was broke so I planted some dope

Smooth was how I played it

Made them think that it was drug related

His family sho' hated, cause it was premeditated

First-Degree Murder, laid him out like a bedspread

The news said he was barely bruised

With a [???] to the head

And now they want to throw me in the Pen

Because they say they found Flex on the murder case once again

[HOOK]

[SHOTGUN]

Insane in the fucking brain

But who's to blame that I'm sick

December the 1st, mama gave birth to a lunatic

I guess I'm possessed by that demon

Murder's what I'm living for

It's been a while and yo I'm fiendin'

[???] and niggas talking

Kept on talking, running out of choices

Had to drop him, had to Pop Him

Cause I kept on hearing Voices

In my head, now he's dead

I'm feeling much better

Got a 9 double-M Beretta for them tip sweaters

Cause you never know when there's work to be put in

If your ass fucking up

It's your ass I'm putting my foot in

Got to make a murder ever day

On my way to Hell

Yeah I'm tripping

Just don't let me catch you slipping after 12

In the streets you're dead meat if you run up straight

Took out, so be on the lookout

For the fucking Headhunter

Used to leave them D.O.A. or critical

But if your ass survives

I'll pay you a visit in the fucking hospital

So nigga before you think of checking me

Better check yourself

Cause fucking around with Shotgun is bad for your fucking health

And please, please comprehend

I've killed 9, I've killed 10

What makes you think there won't be another murder once again

[HOOK]