Toe Tagz 'N Body Bagz

Toe tags, body bags

Toe tags, body bags

Toe tags, body bags

Toe tags, body bags

Toe tags, body bags, dead body, cold slab

Embalm the body after the autopsy

No blood, just formaldehyde

The outcome of homicide or suicide

Pine box, dressed in your Sunday best

Got a single white rose layin' off on your chest

Close the open casket, ain't no comin' back

Like a one-way ticket, be it coach or first class

Like a trip to the other side, soaked in all black

Time to face facts, lay you flat, I'ma get back

I flip that, call it all a mishap

Then bag up your body with tags so they don't mismatch

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Tag 'em and bag 'em and drag' em into the underground

Collect, preserve, use discretion, and never make a sound

Floorboards squeak, but the dead don't speak

They marinate in the fruit cellar for up to three weeks

'Til they're ripe for pickin', and they get plucked and tucked

'Tween the walls like insulation where they remain stuck

Forced to listen to other victims gettin' the same

'Cause the art is consistent, so it's performed in the same way

Hefty cinch sack, 50 gallon or more

Available in any home improvement or grocery store

I buy 'em by the palette and fill my trunk with bodies

Three fat, two skinny old men and stacked hotties

I tag 'em on the toe so only I will know

How I killed 'em and the reason that they came here for

Got so many, got a library, A through Z

All buried beneath the lights of my HOME

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Linda and Larry and Laura, we got most of the L's

Twenty or thirty or more as we dig into hell

Tunnels and caverns underneath the abode

Deeper in the ground, so the body remains cold

With copies of toe tags, man I treat it like a receipt

There's a copy for you, copy for me, customer policy

I run a business and this hobby's not a game

It's a passion for the art normal people would call insane

This wing, duct tape, toe tags, dead weight

Two on the porch, one more in the crawlspace with no face

Looking at me but I hear' em at night

Crawlin' through the walls trying to rob me of my own life

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slab

Toe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag

Hey, whudup? You got me

If it ain't about money or murder, don't even holler back

Whudup, though?

Got a line on that good shit, definitely about that money

Possibly about that murder

Hit me back