[00:00.00] 作词 : Kyle Trewartha/Michael Trewartha/Annika Wells/Jake Torrey/Umar Ibrahim
[00:00.16] 作曲 : Kyle Trewartha/Michael Trewartha/Annika Wells/Jake Torrey/Umar Ibrahim
[00:00.33]Yeah
[00:01.28]Body, body, body, body...
[00:03.70]Did Grand Theft Auto really teach you how to shoot down helicopters, dude?
[00:07.72]Yeah, yeah... you just... X, A... right trigger
[00:12.45]I got a hunger
[00:13.35]I got a fever
[00:14.36]And it just won't quit
[00:16.98]I got a temper
[00:18.29]I got a bullet
[00:19.70]With your name on it
[00:22.26]Everybody wonders what it's like on top
[00:25.23]I don't gotta wonder 'cause I call the shots
[00:28.09]I got a hunger
[00:30.01]I got a fever
[00:31.41]I got a fresh hitlist
[00:33.27]
[00:34.47]My blood runs cold
[00:36.98]And my feet run faster
[00:39.84]I still got heart
[00:42.41]I hear a heart don't matter
[00:44.87]Say what you want
[00:48.09]And it'll be your last words
[00:51.00]It ain't a secret
[00:52.40]I got a hit list
[00:53.86]And baby you're up next
[00:55.67]
[00:56.37]Stack 'em up
[00:57.47]Stack 'em up
[00:58.94]Teach 'em not to f*ck with me
[01:01.90]Bag 'em up
[01:02.80]Bag 'em up
[01:04.25]Let 'em know who runs these streets
[01:07.43]Take 'em down
[01:08.49]Take 'em down
[01:11.00]Count 'em up like one, two, three
[01:13.14]Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[01:15.50](Woop, woop, yeah)
[01:17.01]To the body count (yeah, yeah)
[01:18.77]
[01:18.92]You think you can stop me, eh
[01:19.88]Oh man, that so funny, eh
[01:20.72]I pull out the Uzi, blow your brains out, then I'm runnin', yeah
[01:23.64]This is not a game, eh
[01:24.91]This is not for fame, yeah
[01:26.26]Maybe I'm deranged, but f*ck it, I can't complain, yeah
[01:28.93]Psycho in my vein (aye)
[01:30.58]Shootin' with no aim (aye)
[01:31.73]Cleanin' out my chopper, bring it out, and let it bang
[01:34.79]I might be insane (aye)
[01:35.80]My past is to blame (aye)
[01:37.06]I been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my pain
[01:39.86]
[01:40.06]I see bodies on bodies
[01:40.98]Bodies on bodies
[01:41.60]Bodies on bodies, mmh-hm
[01:42.65]Go in through the lobby
[01:43.86]Leave in a Audi
[01:44.45]Hands all bloody, mmh-hm
[01:45.71]Ridin' with the top off
[01:46.81]Roof look like it's chopped off
[01:48.47]Grand Theft Auto taught me how to shoot down helicopters
[01:51.03]Bullet with your name on it
[01:52.44]Spray it, let it rain on 'em
[01:53.95]Told you not to f*ck with me
[01:56.73]That hot is all the same to me
[01:58.38]I got so much rage in me
[01:59.59]Told you not to f*ck with me (yeah)
[02:01.51]
[02:03.18]I got a sickness (got a sickness)
[02:04.89]You wouldn't want this (nah)
[02:06.30]It's comin' down real bad (real bad, real bad)
[02:08.71]You brought a dull knife (yeah)
[02:10.64]Into a gunfight (woo)
[02:11.54]You better watch your back (watch your back, boy)
[02:14.76]Don't you ever wonder what it's like on top? (yeah)
[02:17.47]I don't gotta wonder 'cause I'm never not
[02:19.54]I got a sickness (got a sickness)
[02:21.72]I got a hitlist (got a hitlist)
[02:22.82]And, baby, you're up next (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[02:25.29]
[02:25.88]My blood runs cold (runs cold)
[02:29.27]And my feet run faster (runnin', baby, runnin')
[02:30.92]I still (uh) got heart (yeah)
[02:33.64]I hear a don't matter (it don't matter, no)
[02:36.05]Say what you want (what you want, yeah)
[02:38.96]And it'll be your last words (yeah)
[02:42.26]It ain't a secret (yeah)
[02:43.80]I got a hitlist (prap)
[02:45.44]And baby you're up next (whoa, whoa, yeah)
[02:46.99]
[02:47.34]Stack 'em up (stack 'em up)
[02:49.39]Stack 'em up (stack 'em up, yeah)
[02:51.13]Teach 'em not to f*ck with me (f*ck)
[02:53.68]Bag 'em up (bag 'em up)
[02:54.73]Bag 'em up (bag 'em up, yeah)
[02:56.88]Let 'em know who runs these streets (yeah)
[02:59.48]Take 'em down
[03:00.07]Take 'em down (take 'em down, down)
[03:02.72]Count 'em up like one, two, three (yeah)
[03:04.56]Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (another one)
[03:08.51]To the body count

作词 : Kyle Trewartha/Michael Trewartha/Annika Wells/Jake Torrey/Umar Ibrahim
作曲 : Kyle Trewartha/Michael Trewartha/Annika Wells/Jake Torrey/Umar Ibrahim
Yeah
Body, body, body, body...
Did Grand Theft Auto really teach you how to shoot down helicopters, dude?
Yeah, yeah... you just... X, A... right trigger
I got a hunger
I got a fever
And it just won't quit
I got a temper
I got a bullet
With your name on it
Everybody wonders what it's like on top
I don't gotta wonder 'cause I call the shots
I got a hunger
I got a fever
I got a fresh hitlist
My blood runs cold
And my feet run faster
I still got heart
I hear a heart don't matter
Say what you want
And it'll be your last words
It ain't a secret
I got a hit list
And baby you're up next
Stack 'em up
Stack 'em up
Teach 'em not to f*ck with me
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Let 'em know who runs these streets
Take 'em down
Take 'em down
Count 'em up like one, two, three
Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Woop, woop, yeah)
To the body count (yeah, yeah)
You think you can stop me, eh
Oh man, that so funny, eh
I pull out the Uzi, blow your brains out, then I'm runnin', yeah
This is not a game, eh
This is not for fame, yeah
Maybe I'm deranged, but f*ck it, I can't complain, yeah
Psycho in my vein (aye)
Shootin' with no aim (aye)
Cleanin' out my chopper, bring it out, and let it bang
I might be insane (aye)
My past is to blame (aye)
I been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my pain
I see bodies on bodies
Bodies on bodies
Bodies on bodies, mmh-hm
Go in through the lobby
Leave in a Audi
Hands all bloody, mmh-hm
Ridin' with the top off
Roof look like it's chopped off
Grand Theft Auto taught me how to shoot down helicopters
Bullet with your name on it
Spray it, let it rain on 'em
Told you not to f*ck with me
That hot is all the same to me
I got so much rage in me
Told you not to f*ck with me (yeah)
I got a sickness (got a sickness)
You wouldn't want this (nah)
It's comin' down real bad (real bad, real bad)
You brought a dull knife (yeah)
Into a gunfight (woo)
You better watch your back (watch your back, boy)
Don't you ever wonder what it's like on top? (yeah)
I don't gotta wonder 'cause I'm never not
I got a sickness (got a sickness)
I got a hitlist (got a hitlist)
And, baby, you're up next (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My blood runs cold (runs cold)
And my feet run faster (runnin', baby, runnin')
I still (uh) got heart (yeah)
I hear a don't matter (it don't matter, no)
Say what you want (what you want, yeah)
And it'll be your last words (yeah)
It ain't a secret (yeah)
I got a hitlist (prap)
And baby you're up next (whoa, whoa, yeah)
Stack 'em up (stack 'em up)
Stack 'em up (stack 'em up, yeah)
Teach 'em not to f*ck with me (f*ck)
Bag 'em up (bag 'em up)
Bag 'em up (bag 'em up, yeah)
Let 'em know who runs these streets (yeah)
Take 'em down
Take 'em down (take 'em down, down)
Count 'em up like one, two, three (yeah)
Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (another one)
To the body count