Well known for its deep-rooted success in the music industry, Strange Music/M.S.C. Music have hand-picked yet another weapon of mass consumption; “PROJECT: DEADMAN”. M.S.C. Music CEO, Mark Cerami, (notorious co-founder of Priority Records), has played a role in the careers of artists such as, Dr Dre. Run DMC, ICE-CUBE, N.W.A., EAZY-E, MASTER P, and many more. M.S.C. has teamed with Strange Music (TECHN9NE, and motion picture “BEEF” soundtrack), to unleash the Midwest’s worst kept secret’ the debut release “Self Inflicted”, from PROJECT: DEADMAN which hit stores nationally on July 13th 2004.
Consisting of members Mike E. Clark and Prozak, Project: Deadman is a super-group formed in 2003 from the Detroit area. Mike E. Clark’s legendary production skills have garnered him multiple gold and platinum success, producing artists like KID-ROCK, GEORGE CLINTON, PRIMAL SCREAM, and INSANE CLOWN POSSE. Clark also heads Detroit-based indie label B4 Records, and Edge One Studios. Rapper PROZAK’s acidic tongue has gotten him labeled the “Stephen King of Rap” by Murder Dog magazine, hes been in the Midwest underground rap scene for years recording, marketing, and performing with his former group BEDLAM.
“Self Inflicted” contains 17 insanity-laden tracks drifting from industrial political screams, to slamming bass filled rhymes, along with ghostly morbid melody’s, this rock/rap duo are sure to catch a wide variety of followers.
The album features special guest appearances by the Kansas City King TECH N9NE, Flint, Michigan’s BREED, and THE DAYTON FAMILY, as well as Detroit’s own KING GORDY.
Body Bag
Project: Deadman Lyrics
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Dayton Family. And that nigga Prozak.
(Shoestring)
Murder is my hobby aint nuthin more sloppy
You f**kin with us then we'll be baggin up your body
The hand that rocked the cradle will stab a nigga fatal
I bust a shot and left a nigga in the table
Whip out the guage on his ass I don't ask no
Bodies they be fallin killas they be brawlin
Niggas comin big I'm choppin em down til they crawli
Put you in a body bag hit you with the 44 mag
I'll search you out and watch a mother f**ker choke and gag
What the f**k you thought this was nigga I aint gotta lie
Whoever cross Shoestring and Prozak them bitches die
Niggas know we gutted out all them hoes we runnin out
They tried to hide but them bitches they get hunted out
Aint nobody runnin up bodies steady turnin up
And those snitches from your hood they was burnin up
Body bag f**k all you bitches you all die
For f**kin with that gangsta when he high
You'll be leavin in a body bag Dayton Ave Gorillas
Murder for skrilla f**k any nigga
Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror
Runny mascara f**k em all it's our era
Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow
I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag
(Prozak)
You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted
45 automatic to your dome and now you uplifted
I got the glocks cocked and Bootleg got the buckshot
And Shoestring with the 12 guage put your ass in the grave plot
With blood clots and gun shots the church bells be ringin
I'm out of my mind I'm out of control and my head just keeps spinning
I know I'll pay someday but f**k it anyway
I'm homicidal and my thoughts be full of disaray
I'm takin it to another level of midwest style
We drinkin the redruM while ya'll be sippin crystal
Prevented how mother f**kers out there be dissin
I stare at my reflection and the pool of blood glistens
So listen close to the words that I prophesize
A victim of genocide killed off in a killas eyes
It's Prozak and The DTF bitch you mad at me?
Whats on my mind is a mother f**kin tootin spree
Body bag f**k all you bitches you all die
For f**kin with that gangsta when he high
You'll be leavin in a body bag Dayton Ave Gorillas
Murder for skrilla f**k any nigga
Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror
Runny mascara f**k em all it's our era
Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow
I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag
(Bootleg)
Mother f**k the gimmick I get mine how I live it
Once I get it I cut through the middle like Emmit
I'm in it to win it never drop the ball in the scrimage
Denis the menace set the wall on fire when I finish
Too late for repentance facin this natural life sentance
Murder 1 for bustin at bitches with my handgun
Jack told me bust back and ask questions later
Thats why I'm hardly f**kin with it out the Navigator
Since I was 14 years old I been out of control
The rental smash them bitches into telephone polls
And I'm a natural born ghetto boy refusin to pump
F**k school f**k curfew f**k homework
I'm out my mind and I stay high until the sun go down
Homicide to suicide they make the world go round
So ask your mother f**kin Mammy did I hurt her
What's on my mind it's a mother f**kin murder nigga
Body bag f**k all you bitches you all die
For f**kin with that gangsta when he high
You'll be leavin in a body bag Dayton Ave Gorillas
Murder for skrilla f**k any nigga
Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror
Runny mascara f**k em all it's our era
Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow
I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag
The lyrics of Project: Deadman's "Body Bag" are a reflection of the brutal reality of gang violence and the explicit lyrics mirror the attitude of the members towards their adversaries. The song celebrates the violent lifestyle of gang members and portrays them as ruthless killers. The lyrics describe the desire to eliminate their enemies and put them in a body bag by using powerful weapons like pistols, shotguns, and guages. The message indicates that the gang members are unapologetic for their actions and are willing to go to any extent to eliminate their opponents.
The lyrics of "Body Bag" have caused controversy due to its explicit portrayal of violence and promoting the lifestyle of the gang members. However, it also highlights the reality of the gang culture and the way it influences the lives of individuals. The lyrics leave no room for doubt that the gang members operate with extreme violence and are willing to kill to preserve their power and authority.
Line by Line Meaning
Murder is my hobby aint nuthin more sloppy
I enjoy killing people and I'm not very careful about it.
You f**kin with us then we'll be baggin up your body
If you mess with us, we'll kill you and dispose of your body.
The hand that rocked the cradle will stab a nigga fatal
Even a woman who raised a child can be capable of brutally murdering someone.
I bust a shot and left a nigga in the table
I shot someone and left their dead body on a table.
Chase you through the castle I'll hang you like a lasso
I'll pursue you relentlessly and then string you up like a lasso.
Whip out the guage on his ass I don't ask no
I'll quickly bring out my shotgun and won't hesitate to use it.
Bodies they be fallin killas they be brawlin
People are dying left and right and killers are fighting each other.
Niggas comin big I'm choppin em down til they crawli
If people try to act tough, I'll take them down until they cower and plead for their lives.
Put you in a body bag hit you with the 44 mag
I'll kill you with my .44 Magnum and then put your dead body in a bag.
I'll search you out and watch a mother f**ker choke and gag
I'll find you and then enjoy watching you struggle to breathe as you're dying.
Whoever cross Shoestring and Prozak them bitches die
Anyone who messes with Shoestring and Prozak will be killed.
Niggas know we gutted out all them hoes we runnin out
People are aware that we've killed many people and we're running out of victims.
They tried to hide but them bitches they get hunted out
People who try to hide from us will eventually be found and killed.
And those snitches from your hood they was burnin up
People who snitch on us will suffer the consequences and possibly even be killed.
You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted
The things we do are evil and we're purposely causing harm to ourselves and others.
45 automatic to your dome and now you uplifted
I shot you in the head with my .45 caliber handgun and now you're dead.
I'm out of my mind I'm out of control and my head just keeps spinning
I'm unstable and losing my grip on reality, and my thoughts are racing out of control.
Prevented how mother f**kers out there be dissin
I'll stop people who disrespect us from continuing down that path.
So listen close to the words that I prophesize
Pay attention to my predictions and warnings.
It's Prozak and The DTF bitch you mad at me?
I'm Prozak and I'm with the Dayton Family, and if you have a problem with that, too bad.
Too late for repentance facin this natural life sentance
It's too late to ask for forgiveness since we're facing life in prison or death.
Murder 1 for bustin at bitches with my handgun
I'll be charged with first degree murder for shooting women with my gun.
Thats why I'm hardly f**kin with it out the Navigator
That's why I don't carry my gun in my car anymore, to avoid getting in trouble.
And I'm a natural born ghetto boy refusin to pump
I'm from the ghetto and I won't back down from violence.
F**k school f**k curfew f**k homework
I don't care about school rules or doing homework.
I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag
I'll kill people from your neighborhood and dispose of their bodies in bags.
Contributed by Claire I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.