Bodily Harm by Muks Died Lyrics
Already been convicted for that bodily harm
I’m still yelling free my brothers, they all locked in the yard
I’m a felon, I don’t give a fuck bout copping a charge
I’m dropping hotter than that rock in the glass
Go tell em bout it
I keep blacking out but I’m still popping these bars
Still remember all the days we taking shots in the arm
Selling packets, I was homeless smoking bongs in the park
This is Oz, we dumping bodies for the crocs and the sharks
Ain’t no tracing back my DNA
Pour that bleach up on that shh or throw that thing away
Nike gloves, I’m ballied up, nobody see my face
Big eshay getting smoked in that Gatorade
Bet that I’m sedated, know I do this shit like everyday
I’m really dedicated, I spent years up on the enderbays
Don’t wanna sleep without you, I might get up on the meth again
Copping a half weight, hit the ball up like a tennis player
I was fried, dropping packs in the Commodore
Got shanks and the shivs like we’re Onefour
You get stabbed up and left up in the fucking morgue
Brad got hit with the blade, now he won’t ever walk
It’s more than all the nerve damage
That’s just real shit that happens when you lurk Alice
You get stabbed by a kid over a ciggie packet
I was 15 and a junkie and I’m still an addict
Steady trapping outta Bloomfield
Bags full of crack in my pocket with the blue pills
One phone call can get your family and crew killed
Homies taking shots all day like they shoot films
Trapped in the trap, I been stuck in this life
I got stabbed in the back so I walk with a knife
I’m back on the brack, pippy packed full of ice
But I’m back here to stay til I’m locked up or die
Trapped in the trap, I been stuck in this life
I got stabbed in the back so I walk with a knife
I’m back on the brack, pippy packed full of ice
But I’m back here to stay til I’m locked up or die
I’m still yelling free my brothers, they all locked in the yard
I’m a felon, I don’t give a fuck bout copping a charge
I’m dropping hotter than that rock in the glass
Go tell em bout it
I keep blacking out but I’m still popping these bars
Still remember all the days we taking shots in the arm
Selling packets, I was homeless smoking bongs in the park
This is Oz, we dumping bodies for the crocs and the sharks
Ain’t no tracing back my DNA
Pour that bleach up on that shh or throw that thing away
Nike gloves, I’m ballied up, nobody see my face
Big eshay getting smoked in that Gatorade
Bet that I’m sedated, know I do this shit like everyday
I’m really dedicated, I spent years up on the enderbays
Don’t wanna sleep without you, I might get up on the meth again
Copping a half weight, hit the ball up like a tennis player
I was fried, dropping packs in the Commodore
Got shanks and the shivs like we’re Onefour
You get stabbed up and left up in the fucking morgue
Brad got hit with the blade, now he won’t ever walk
It’s more than all the nerve damage
That’s just real shit that happens when you lurk Alice
You get stabbed by a kid over a ciggie packet
I was 15 and a junkie and I’m still an addict
Steady trapping outta Bloomfield
Bags full of crack in my pocket with the blue pills
One phone call can get your family and crew killed
Homies taking shots all day like they shoot films
Trapped in the trap, I been stuck in this life
I got stabbed in the back so I walk with a knife
I’m back on the brack, pippy packed full of ice
But I’m back here to stay til I’m locked up or die
Trapped in the trap, I been stuck in this life
I got stabbed in the back so I walk with a knife
I’m back on the brack, pippy packed full of ice
But I’m back here to stay til I’m locked up or die