Boogeyman, hoppin' fresh into the scene./
Dub-K Souljahs hauntin' clicks 'cause we so damn mean./
In the heat of the night, you'll never find me hidin' under the bed/
but at the break of light, yo' punk-ass is dead./
I don't give a flyin fuck. This a redrum hit./
The reason is I'm serious with this lyrical shit./
If I catch you sleepin' on the mic, I'll rip yo' ass apart./
And when you awake, you will notice that yo' muthafuckin' heart/
Will be separated from yo' body. I describe myself as a killah./
My niggaz is wild but, me, I'm straight illa./
ConWork that's the alias I go by./
You can catch me BTK'n any nigga but I don't know why./
As you can see, I'm anybody killin'/
With the skill that's ill that will have you writin' your own will/
Disguised as your raps. Shuttin' it down with this murderous RHYME./
Havin' low-status rappers say "Why am I waistin' this nigga'z time?"/
16 years of age and kickin' murderous tracks./
Tracks that will leave any hater permanently sleep in that black napsack/
Labeled "BODY BAG." I'm through with this shit./
Fuck with a nigga like me and ya most likely to get your wig split./
