Toe tagz body bagz Toe tagz body bagz dead body cold slab embalm the body after the autopsy No blood just formaldehyde the outcome of homicide or suicide pine box Dressed in ya sunday best got a single white rose layin off on ya chest Close the open casket ain't no coming back like a one way ticket be it coach or first class Like a trip to the otherside soaked in all black time to face facts layin flat on my dead back I flip dat call it all a mishap then bag up ya body with tagz so they don't mismatch toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag Tag'em and bag'em and drag'em in to the underground Collect preserve use discretion never make a sound Floor boards squeak but the dead don't speak They marinate in the fruit celler for up to 3 weeks Till they're ripe for pickin and they get plucked and tucked Between the walls like insulation where they remain stuck Forced to listen to other victims getting the same cause the artist is consistent So it's performed the same way Hefty cinch sack 50 gallon or more available in any home improvement or grocery store I buy'em by the pallette and fill my trunk with bodies 3 fat 2 skinny old men and stacked hotties I tag'em on the toe so only I will know how I killed'em and what they came here for Got so many got a library a thru z all buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag Linda and Larry and Lori we got most of the L's 20 or 30 or more as we dig in to hell Tunnels and caverns underneath the apolled Deep within the ground so the body remains cold With copies of toe tagz man I treat' it like a recipt There's a copy for you copy for me customer policy I run a business and this hobbies not a game Show passion for the art normal people would call insane Big swing duck tape toe tagz dead weight 2 on da porch 1 more in the crawl space 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 tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag Thanks to Juggalette Sugar for these lyrics
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Copy to Clipboard: Toe tagz body bagz Toe tagz body bagz dead body cold slab embalm the body after the autopsy No blood just formaldehyde the outcome of homicide or suicide pine box Dressed in ya sunday best got a single white rose layin off on ya chest Close the open casket ain't no coming back like a one way ticket be it coach or first class Like a trip to the otherside soaked in all black time to face facts layin flat on my dead back I flip dat call it all a mishap then bag up ya body with tagz so they don't mismatch toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag Tag'em and bag'em and drag'em in to the underground Collect preserve use discretion never make a sound Floor boards squeak but the dead don't speak They marinate in the fruit celler for up to 3 weeks Till they're ripe for pickin and they get plucked and tucked Between the walls like insulation where they remain stuck Forced to listen to other victims getting the same cause the artist is consistent So it's performed the same way Hefty cinch sack 50 gallon or more available in any home improvement or grocery store I buy'em by the pallette and fill my trunk with bodies 3 fat 2 skinny old men and stacked hotties I tag'em on the toe so only I will know how I killed'em and what they came here for Got so many got a library a thru z all buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag Linda and Larry and Lori we got most of the L's 20 or 30 or more as we dig in to hell Tunnels and caverns underneath the apolled Deep within the ground so the body remains cold With copies of toe tagz man I treat' it like a recipt There's a copy for you copy for me customer policy I run a business and this hobbies not a game Show passion for the art normal people would call insane Big swing duck tape toe tagz dead weight 2 on da porch 1 more in the crawl space 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 tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz Imma put you on the slab toe tagz body bagz throw yo ass up in a bag Thanks to Juggalette Sugar for these lyrics
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