Toe Tagz 'n Body Bagz - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

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 that 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 a cold slab

Toe tagz body bagz zip 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 sak 50 gallon or more

Available in any home improvement or grocery store

I buy’em by the pallette and fill my trunk with dead 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 why they came here for

Got so many got a library a thru z

All buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E

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

Deeper in 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

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

Big silva 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