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
evil, weirdo, Alfred [? ], mad cerebral, you on your last burrito! (What that mean Nickel?) It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that bitch
! (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
I 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
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
your 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
has to vomit. Phyllis: Frank said, "That's it, that's the opening of the line, that, that, I mean, that's the opening of the picture." I said, "Frank
, tell me What is you tippin? Big bricks in the trunk, tell me What is you flippin? Got a big booty bitch, body built for strippin Got a big body chevy, beat
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
McVay] Fuckin 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
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
the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak come alive girls get on your feet to the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat to the double beat beat that
from the mile Is vexed without the techs and six shooter Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder Now who the, fuck wanna buck with the diseased, that
[Kon Artis] You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober cuz Bugz is a soldier Beat that ass
