Body Snatchers - Scarface

I’m on a rampage been forced to look at darkness

Brought up being heartless

And with the gauge is how I’ll guard this

Quietly I sit plottin hits like a lunatic

Waitin for a bitch to start some shit so I can hit’em

With a string of bullets comin from a TEC-9

Warned you not to test mine

And if you make it you’ll know next time

That if you fuck with me I’m gonna get ya, and when I catch ya

You’ll be a victim of the one they call the body snatcher

Many claim to be a gangsta, but that gangsta ain’t a gangsta

That gangsta is a prankster, yeah, a prankster’s how I rank ya

At the sight of blood, you hold your stomach then you’re runnin

Hands over your eyes and like a ho you start to vomit

See I ain’t never backed up, I just rack up as they sack up

And giggle at the niggas when they die while bodies stack up

Like I said before The DJ Akshun’s my identity

A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies

The judge’ll try to sentence me to 10 I’ll never blink

He’ll change it say I’m psycho and just send me to a shrink

20 months I’m in seclusion and my heads filled with confusion

Got a feelin that I’m losin so I’ve come to this conclusion

I gotta get the fuck out I can’t take it anymore

Caught a watchman at his post so I rushed him to the floor

I was thinkin to myself, «what if his posse comes to get me?»

I know if I’ma die, I gotta take some niggas with me

Put my hands around his neck, began to choke him

Grabbed his pistol out his holster then I smoke him

Waited a second I heard motherfuckers comin

Grabbed an extra box of shells and started runnin

Now I’m the nigga cops are runnin after

It’s time to snatch some bodies 'cause im the body snatcher

Runnin through the waitin room, motherfuckers chasin me

Judges wait to face me, coppers wanna waste me, erase me

But I ain’t goin out like a sucker

Ready, aim, fire.

I shot a motherfucker

Continued through the parking lot a lot of lights were flashing

Some homies must’ve seen me 'cause I heard someone say Akshen

Headed for the vehicle my posse from the Park

Some brothers from the Clark and my family from the Ward

Bushwick, Red, Will, and Shop

No questions asked, they pulled out their shit and shot

You hoes should’ve got back on the bus wet

'Cause I ain’t that nigga to be fucked with

Caught up with the punk-ass shrink who sent me

Put my pistol point-blank, and popped till it was empty

One bad motherfucker comin at ya

Peace, from the body snatcher