The 1st 48

I body bars, bury them in the yard
Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car
Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards
Waiting for the first forty-eight to come make me a star

Here's a little something bout me the Jerk
A cold piece of work, who creeps & lurks
A Beast from Jerz with a fiendish smirk
So deep in dirt I need to clean my shirt
Lean & swerve and swerve & lean
Dodging sniper fire, move serpentine
Splish-splash the pocket yac, twisting back the bottle cap
Word is bond, walking Dirty Bomb in a stocking hat
God bless the human hot mess gurpin big time
Pig Pen, from way off can see the stink lines
Old dude at the club, still ready for drama
Stay Friendly unless we mixing Henny & Vodka
want these hands you'll have to better your offer
Out late night drinking with Jetty & Tanya
Sub woofer drug pusher, serve fiends that want bass
Serial killer, knocking in the crawl space

I body bars, bury them in the yard
Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car
Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards
Waiting for the first forty-eight to come make me a star

Barkeep with the shark's teeth & 808 heartbeat
Found at the lounge putting them down like car seats
Taking more shots than internet trolls
And waiving off the haters like cigarette smoke
Where they go, I don't care and rarely know
Only time they hear my voice is on their girl's stereo
Don't talk to suckers, blank face w/ the error code
Don't wear cologne I could sell my pheromones
Had raps when cats were smoking baritone & Snatching herring bones
Dap like Sharon Jones til I'm sleeping with the marigolds
Every verse of mine spit Jack Kirby lines
Shit's thick, should be selling turpentine w/ the merchandise
Certified, making birds cry like the Purple Guy
Women bathe in lake Minnetonka to get purified
Jerk murder lines, Note Lab knock hard
Bucket on bump, just a menace at large

I body bars, bury them in the yard
Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car
Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards
Waiting for the first forty-eight to come make me a star

Serving in the club til the break of dawn & later on
Cooking in the kitchen every time we make a song
Locked the front & back door & put Jada on
Jerk's a table saw to these little paper dolls
Believe, If my money ain't right, I'm a make it wrong
Pulling up on fuckers for their Grey Pupon
Kind of person, plotting murder to a musical
Tyler Durden when I destroy something beautiful
Munching on stunners like Flintstone's chewables
Veteran detectives find its so unusual
People say that evil way, is in his DNA
Body it in public & casually just creep away
Don't even play & act like you want it
Catch a freestyle & speed dial first responders
Home boy you're Better off boxing Colossus
Heavy in the trunk, weightless on my conscious