Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body & Blood , by - clipping.. Release date: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body & Blood |
| Cleavers up, bring 'em here |
| Femurs all swing on the ceiling like a chandelier |
| She sittin' there in a white dress, looking like she should get it |
| Licking the lips of the reddest, should invest in a head clinic |
| She got a pocket full of incisors and pliers |
| In a briefcase in case she get inspired, she ain’t |
| She tryin' to suck face off the bone |
| You should know she is prone to swallow the marrow |
| She gettin' her evil on down on the floor |
| See how the drinks are flowing off of the top shelf |
| Men are flashing their belt buckle and wallet leather clock |
| And they can’t stop watching they’re jockin' em |
| While she rockin' them 8 inch stilettos |
| Ain’t into metal, just leather and lace and the taste of oxidation |
| Lay still and let her let, like leeches suck |
| She might let you fuck but she want |
| Body and blood |
| She don’t need you for shit but your dick and your veins |
| And your guts and your (body and blood) |
| Every man say she thick and they wish they could bang |
| When she strut, she got (body and blood) |
| Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white |
| Knives sharp, gettin' (body and blood) |
| If you a bad bitch, let 'em know you ain’t out for the dough |
| You want (body and blood) |
| Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl |
| Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl |
| Kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl |
| Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl |
| She got her own home, she got her own set of power tools |
| Her own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out |
| And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of seven heads plated |
| She got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines |
| And whatever your pleasure be, medically, she readily be |
| Providing the flags sometimes to dine with the finest of wines |
| Try and you’ll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin' |
| She got a diamond tattoo on her upper thigh |
| Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes |
| Her let her go, she got a bad little body |
| Plus a mean walk, mean ass, make jaws slack |
| But the black make-up match the black makeup |
| Bag of black clippers and steel and chrome-dip slick black handled switchblades |
| she flips, she gettin |
| Body and blood |
| She don’t need you for shit but your dick and your veins |
| And your guts and your (body and blood) |
| Every man say she thick and they wish they could bang |
| When she strut, she got (body and blood) |
| Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white |
| Knives sharp, gettin' (body and blood) |
| If you a bad bitch, let 'em know you ain’t out for the dough |
| You want (body and blood) |
| Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl |
| Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl |
| Kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl |
| Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl |
| Candles by the mirror, perfume on the dresser, yes sir |
| Red sheets made of satin, flowers in the bible drying |
| Red wine in the goblet, golden Trojan wrappers |
| Chainsaw motor revving outside, bloodstains on the carpet |
| Elbow-length gloves, thigh high fishnets, and the garter |
| God’s son crucified on her necklace, hang just where breasts heave |
| And by the cheek, got a machine |
| Make 'em pray that the sex life in death, she goes |
| And when she body rolls, see how the party go dumb |
| And the pills dissolve, tongue tits and room revolve |
| More than a few will fall, black light and new resolve |
| She gettin' |
| Body and blood |
| She don’t need you for shit but your dick and your veins |
| And your guts and your (body and blood) |
| Every man say she thick and they wish they could bang |
| When she strut, she got (body and blood) |
| Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white |
| Knives sharp, gettin' (body and blood) |
| If you a bad bitch, let 'em know you ain’t out for the dough |
| You want (body and blood) |
| Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl |
| Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl |
| Kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl |
| Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl |