non stop going in for domestic violence She want me to beat that body Want me to beat that body Told me to beat that body Alright I'll beat that body
this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer. From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks, Beat like the brown lip balm that
relaxing I make her bedrock, call me the mattress king She got a sick body, I'm like her vaccine Come to think about it, Vitamin D Her ass up out them
body down And I'll pass you on the Chris (Oops) Girl I'm right in front of you Tell me what you wanna do I just want your body with my body right up under
What that mean Nickel?) It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (that's right) Yet, you tried to murder this nigga that's comin from the same turf as you's (NIGGA) what
over blocks, telling niggas to be fee Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat We was 300
I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [Raekwon the Chef] Egyptian, brown skin brown
body would soothe you I give you just my voice and watch the rhythm move you The method of my lyrics makes the funky people feel it And Lord have mercy on those that
with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep I got heat that
O-R papi, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin, showin your rocks Ain't you dudes heard "Grimey
midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown
doing work 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll rock them drawers Straight to a party Tugging on my balls I used to be the nigga that'd keep you happy
go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin' 'cause
on beat (uh hu) my Mellow (that's right) That's on you, so what you gonna do? [DTTX] Well its on and its on and on-on-on-on Say the beat dont stop until
gloch and blow that Bitch, If you know like I know you'd put money way before that Bitch Everyone got they hand out so I drop my Draw and let'em Hold that
worlds that are not I hate that I need air to breathe I'd like to leave this body and be free I'd like to float like a mystic child I'd like to kiss
that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em [ludacris] I'm kinda hopin that
