Lyrics Dumpster Corpse - Undead Papi feat. 88vlexx

Dumpster corpse, you don't get a grave
Hack a nigga up if he get in my way
Don't try me, that's a mistake
After we fade you won't have a face

Hit 'em up like Pac
Dumpster corpse let 'em rot
Acting hard but you not
I kill my way to the top
Fuck!
Y'all act tough
But ain't doing 'nun
Talking big guns but you ain't never shoot none
The fuck is up with that?
All 'ya lyrics cap

I'm bringing natural selection back with every muzzle flash
Aye, I'm just having fun on this one
Still killing these niggas though
Get a whole hashtag talm' bout long live 'ya faggot ass
Bitch!

When I up that fire niggas drop dead
Don't test me now, Ima hot head
I don't pop pills I just pop lead
You simping over bitches you gone give her bread
I'm innat BM, 'ya BM gimme head
It's over when I see him, leave that boy red
Talking Rara, faceplant on cement
Hahaha that twelve gauge got a spread
Drop that boy behind 'em, buckshot peel ya dreads
Run away I'll get you, wet you Mr. Gingerbread
Nine shots in 'ya body like 50 Cent
Have that pussyboy singing along to Many Men
I'm the janitor taking out the fucking trash
Mopstick, big drum, and a couple mags
Dumpster corpse you ain't even worth a fucking pack
Leave you for the maggots make a home up in 'ya flesh
I don't fear you faggots, only buck on the internet
Light 'em up, watch 'em fall to ashes, pussy cigarette
He tried to buck, got slumped, now I'm hacking at his neck