Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Decompose, when it comes to this rap, man, I be O.D. though

Lyrical pyrex, pyromaniac, that ain't a typo

Glock 9 give you a facelift like Michael

Son, I'm back with it, back spinnin', your girl's back in it

Back crackin' it, rap sassin' it, like "come back with it"

Old-school with it, the old dude with it

But still I crush you little babies and your whole crew with it

The old guard still playin' cards

Penny ante style, we the Black Jeopardy on the charts

Yeah, my life's pretty grand, I'm eatin' pretty good

Your girl in my mouth and she tastes like candy bars

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Come on, son, I'm right back with it, still

What you gon' do about it, nothin'?

The cream of the crop, still servin' these bitches

What you gon' do about it, nothin'?

Yes, yes, y'all, still servin' 'em raw

I was playin' with legos, now I'm servin' these bricks, boy

Still outta order, still the man on the border

And your girl keep my beef in her mouth like hamburger

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies

Eight hundred bodies

Casket juice splatter, the reaper’s my hype-man,

Ain’t no peace treaties when I’m grippin’ the pipe, man

Old-school venom, spit acid like “Yikes!”

Your squad’s all mannequins, stiff when the mic’s on.

Legacy gorilla, chest-thumpin’ the concrete,

Turn your block to a crime scene, then repeat…

("Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies") , Stackin’ eight hundred bodies, no coffin!

("Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies") , Glock talk in your ass, you know the protocol!

("Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies") , Murder in the children's morgue, Get the shovel!

("Murder in the children's morgue, eight hundred bodies") , You ain’t walkin’ out, dog—haha hahaha!