[Intro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Toe tags, body bagsToe tags, body bagsToe tags, body bags[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Toe tags, body bags, dead body, cold slabEmbalm the body after the autopsyNo blood, just formaldehydeThe outcome of homicide or suicidePine box, dressed in your Sunday bestGot a single white rose layin' off on your chestClose the open casket, ain't no comin' backLike a one-way ticket, be it coach or first classLike a trip to the otherside, soaked in all blackTime to face facts, lay you flat, I'ma get backI flip that, call it all a mishapThen bag up your body with tags so they don't mismatch[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bagToe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox]Tag 'em and bag 'em and drag' em into the undergroundCollect, preserve, use discretion, and never make a soundFloorboards squeak, but the dead don't speakThey marinate in the fruit cellar for up to 3 weeksTill they're ripe for pickin' and they get plucked and tucked'Tween the walls like insulation where they remain stuckForced to listen to other victims gettin' the same'Cause the art is consistent, so it's performed in the same way[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Hefty cinch sack, 50 gallon or moreAvailable in any home improvement or grocery storeI buy 'em by the palette and fill my trunk with bodiesThree fat, two skinny old men and stacked hottiesI tag 'em on the toe so only I will knowHow I killed 'em and the reason that they came here forGot so many, got a library, A through ZAll buried beneath the lights of my H-O-M-E[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bagToe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag[Verse 4: Jamie Madrox]Linda and Larry and Laura, we got most of the L'sTwenty or thirty or more as we dig into hellTunnels and caverns underneath the abodeDeeper in the ground, so the body remains coldWith copies of toe tags, man I treat it like a receiptThere's a copy for you, copy for me; customer policyI run a business and this hobby's not a gameIt's a passion for the art normal people would call insaneThis [?], duct tape, toe tags, dead weightTwo on the porch, one more in the crawlspace with no faceLooking at me but I hear' em at nightCrawlin' through the walls trying to rob me of my own life[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Toe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bagToe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bagToe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bagToe tags, body bags, I'ma put you on a slabToe tags, body bags, zip your ass up in a bag[Skit: The R.O.C. & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]*phone ring*Hey, what up? You got meIf it ain't about money or murder, don't even holler back*phone tone*What up, though?Got a line on that good shit, definitely about that money, possibly about that murderHit me back!*hangs up phone*
