Intro (Kurupt)
Let me hear that beat, ya dig?
Told these n***as Mayne
I want this shit banging in my headphones ya understand me?
Stupid! Dumb ass n***a
I'ma address some shit
Dont fool around witta fool. FOOL!

Intro (Killah Priest)
It's the lord god, Killah Priest. Check me

Verse 1 (Killah Priest)
Well it's the grand imperial, god-like material/
Leave ya head like cheerios, and scratch off the serial/
Laugh at cha burial/
Laugh when the doctor say it's gonna take a miracle, that shit is hysterical/
Bars is flames, disregard all yall lames/
Aside of mountains you could carve my name/
Killah Priest! but yall put kings on hard/
Gun to his mouth or I'm gonna swing the crow bar/
I'm the affiliate, I can eat all of yall idiots/
Serious on the mic, end all that silly shit/
The new brand is wu-gu/
Since a toddler, head full of loose screws/
Im shooting everybody, IDGAF who's who, old or new school/
Shit I spit sink the titanic, ripples of atlantic/
Rip up trees of the forest, and blow up planets, n***a/
Hook (Kurupt)
Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, ba, Bodies on the floor
Next time I see you yo
I'ma make sure with the foe, I put you on the floor
Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, ba, Bodies on the floor
Next time I see you yo
I'ma make sure with the foe, I put you on the floor, my n***ah

Verse 2 (Ras Kass)
You can ride with me, or try to ride against me/
Will not lose, refuse, I'm powered by penske/
Nascar, nasgard, fuck you and your black card/
Know lil n***as ill merk you, put $50 on they tap card/
Rap god, trap god, never be the idol/
Old school, new school n***as never take my title/
Hitchcock, my pits lock up in the Bently/
My bars beraid over beats like suavemente/
Should've knocked a lot of heads off before, so dont tempt me/
Money is the vehicle, but cha gas tank's empty/
I saw it in a foam cup, sippin, listen/
Caught it like the Holy Ghost, must've had a vision/
Yo ambition, caught you and that man kissing/
No disrespect, not politically correct/
But police out her killing people of color/
Every verse is a smother, I'm the keeper of my brother, n***a/
Hook (Kurupt)
Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, ba, Bodies on the floor
Next time I see you yo
I'ma make sure with the foe, I put you on the floor
Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, ba, Bodies on the floor
Next time I see you yo
I'ma make sure with the foe, I put you on the floor, my n***ah

Verse 3 (Canibus)
Mental patients, growing up, guidance, system equations/
Nickle plated hand weapons biometrically made it/
To hand palm a fingerprint placement/
Shooting range in the basement, walking wit roy jones through immigration/
To report to my battle station after diplomatic exchanges/
Before the blue avian invasions/
Strike capacity increase to get cha monkey ass off the street/
Don't ask me shit, talk to the chief/
Before we stir up the I-ya, put down return fire/
From a monster truck wit graphitti on the tires/
Count down clock expires, lazy loud mouth poets is liars/
Working in-and-out burger with criminal pryers/
Canibus, Micah Scale, Killah Priest gotta tiger by the tail/
What's that smell? Fertilizer on the monorail/
I'm like a bomb sniffing dog, playing leapfrog/
Witta unicorn, cuz I lost my job/
But I'm still here, double OG's in the place to be/
Micah Scale, Canibus, KP/
Verse 4 (Micah Scale)
Geah, wit the HRSMN Ras Kass, K-U-R-U-P-T/
Bodies on the floor, bodies on the street/
Any rapper on the beat, lyrically he will get ate/
And get barred to death like a death row inmate/
Get cha shit straight, I spit crack, lyrically smashing/
Straight facts, I wreck tracks, like train crashes/
Faggot, you never sold drugs or busted tollies/
You only seen a hammer bang watching judge Judy/
You can't school me, scale still tote the gage/
And still kill a mic (Killer Mike) like a Outkast protege/
Wanna war wit Me, gotta problem, say it then/
You get stomped flatter then the ass on a Asian chick/
Mic-Scale leave the shotti to ya throat/
East coast, west coast, leaving bodies on the floor, let's go/

Hook (Kurupt)
Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, ba, Bodies on the floor
Next time I see you yo
I'ma make sure with the foe, I put you on the floor
Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, Bodies on the floor, Bodies on the floor
Ba, ba, Bodies on the floor
Next time I see you yo
I'ma make sure with the foe, I put you on the floor, my n***ah