The 1st 48 Lyrics

I body bars, bury them in the yard

Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car

Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards

Waiting for the first forty-eight to come make me a star

Here's a little something bout me the Jerk

A cold piece of work, who creeps & lurks

A Beast from Jerz with a fiendish smirk

So deep in dirt I need to clean my shirt

Lean & swerve and swerve & lean

Dodging sniper fire, move serpentine

Splish-splash the pocket yac, twisting back the bottle cap

Word is bond, walking Dirty Bomb in a stocking hat

God bless the human hot mess gurpin big time

Pig Pen, from way off can see the stink lines

Old dude at the club, still ready for drama

Stay Friendly unless we mixing Henny & Vodka

want these hands you'll have to better your offer

Out late night drinking with Jetty & Tanya

Sub woofer drug pusher, serve fiends that want bass

Serial killer, knocking in the crawl space

I body bars, bury them in the yard

Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car

Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards

Waiting for the first forty-eight to come make me a star

Barkeep with the shark's teeth & 808 heartbeat

Found at the lounge putting them down like car seats

Taking more shots than internet trolls

And waiving off the haters like cigarette smoke

Where they go, I don't care and rarely know

Only time they hear my voice is on their girl's stereo

Don't talk to suckers, blank face w/ the error code

Don't wear cologne I could sell my pheromones

Had raps when cats were smoking baritone & Snatching herring bones

Dap like Sharon Jones til I'm sleeping with the marigolds

Every verse of mine spit Jack Kirby lines

Shit's thick, should be selling turpentine w/ the merchandise

Certified, making birds cry like the Purple Guy

Women bathe in lake Minnetonka to get purified

Jerk murder lines, Note Lab knock hard

Bucket on bump, just a menace at large

I body bars, bury them in the yard

Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car

Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards

Waiting for the first forty-eight to come make me a star

Serving in the club til the break of dawn & later on

Cooking in the kitchen every time we make a song

Locked the front & back door & put Jada on

Jerk's a table saw to these little paper dolls

Believe, If my money ain't right, I'm a make it wrong

Pulling up on fuckers for their Grey Pupon

Kind of person, plotting murder to a musical

Tyler Durden when I destroy something beautiful

Munching on stunners like Flintstone's chewables

Veteran detectives find its so unusual

People say that evil way, is in his DNA

Body it in public & casually just creep away

Don't even play & act like you want it

Catch a freestyle & speed dial first responders

Home boy you're Better off boxing Colossus

Heavy in the trunk, weightless on my conscious