[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Reservoir Dogs of war, we swarm
They never had a clue about my final form (Final form)
Give no fucks, stare at danger
Turn on folks like Eren Yeager (Eren Yeager)
Attack Titan, swing, start fighting
Look for the sign, pyres lighting (Pyres lighting)
Calamitous dark abominations
End of days, have you read Revelations? (Read Revelations)
BZ49-B, Operation Delirium, Berzerker that's me (That’s me)
Pump in the trunk gonna dim yo lights
Better bite your tongue, don't risk your life (Risk your life)
Watching evеry move that you make with a mean еye
Take your whole squad out, call me Captain Levi (Captain Levi)
Light 'em up, suffering succotash
Leavin’ yo studio with heads in a duffel bag

[Chorus: Bukshot , Bukshot & Mr. Grey, & Bukshot, Mr. Grey, & Boondox]
I got a duffel bag with your head's name on it
You don't want to see me reaching for the duffel bag
Thoughts of making you bleed, sound good, don't it?
Twelve gauge pump, AK, and a couple mags
You don't want to see the things I might have
In my trunk, in my duffel bag
You don't want to see the weapons amassed
And wind up inside my duffel bag
[Verse 2: Mr. Grey]
You don't want to know what I got in my duffel
Always got to stay a step ahead of you fuckos
I go so hard, I go nutso
A tough safe to crack, I'm indestructible (Indestructible)
At home sitting in a bubble bath
Next to a severed head in a duffel bag
You don’t even want me in a tussle, man
Get your neck snapped back like a rubber band
Pest control, I’m The Collector (I'm The Collector)
Eat you up, Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal Lecter)
Psycho surgeon, Dr. Grey
And it’s hell to pay, BZ49-A (49-A)
And when my muscles flex (Muscles flex)
I got my hands around your neck (Around your neck)
I squeeze so fucking hard (Fucking hard)
That your lungs have nothing left (Nothing left)

[Chorus: Bukshot , Bukshot & Mr. Grey, & Bukshot, Mr. Grey, & Boondox]
I got a duffel bag with your head's name on it
You don't want to see me reaching for the duffel bag
Thoughts of making you bleed, sound good, don't it?
Twelve gauge pump, AK, and a couple mags
You don’t want to see the things I might have
In my trunk, in my duffel bag
You don't want to see the weapons amassed
And wind up inside my duffel bag
[Verse 3: Boondox]
Eight heads in a duffel bag, no toe tags
Eight Red Tip ballistics in the .44 Mags
BZ49-G, a walking guillotine
Decapitating kings when I pull that thing (That thing)
Chrome Desert Eagle with a Leupold sight
And this bitch here lethal so you better hold tight
In the street no light just red on the cervical
Turning yo collar into a convertible (Convertible)
Zip it up in the black leather Coach
It's another man down and another one poached (Another one poached)
Another big haul for the Mobstyle crips (Mobstyle crips)
Triggers for the wall and a bitch get clipped (Bitch get clipped)
Ichabod Crane, better watch your throat
'Cause them hollows ain't sleepy, they are dipped in coke
And the barrel gon' smoke, free the base of your neck
Then the heads gon' fly when the bags get checked (Get checked)

[Chorus: Bukshot , Bukshot & Mr. Grey, & Bukshot, Mr. Grey, & Boondox]
I got a duffel bag with your head's name on it
You don't want to see me reaching for the duffel bag
Thoughts of making you bleed, sound good, don't it?
Twelve gauge pump, AK, and a couple mags
You don't want to see the things I might have
In my trunk, in my duffel bag
You don't want to see the weapons amassed
And wind up inside my duffel bag