Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body, artist - Death Plus. Album song Garden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Infinite
Song language: English
Body |
| Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wear his frozen clothes |
| Casket thrashing ‘til I die, these bitches know that |
| It’s a ghost town, suicide |
| The wind ain’t blowin', the leaves ain’t fallin' |
| The trees ain’t growing, rivers ain’t flowing |
| Blood overflowing, I know you know this |
| Sippin' my potion, I’m a slug |
| Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches |
| Find me rappin' and husslin', selling the purp |
| I’m with it, you want it? |
| Got that shit that make yo' chest hurt |
| That’s if you want it, I’m a criminal pimpin' |
| The infant that stay with the weird motherfuckers |
| With the boys at the crib be off in the garden |
| These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded |
| I’m sick, though |
| Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise |
| One day you alive, then the next day you die |
| Chillin' by myself I don’t need nobody |
| Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body |
| See me on the news but you don’t know nothin' about me |
| We live in a society that’s full of fuckin' copies |
| (And here is the hardest part) |
| Put it to your head and pull the trigger |
| Kill these motherfuckers, waiting patient for the flow to come |
| It’s like I got some supernatural powers, I’m the chosen one |
| These bitches want me dead, I’m bustin' back |
| I got a golden gun inside my fuckin' hand |
| I pick a hater, put a hole in one |
| I been working, she been twerking on my fucking dick |
| Pussy perfect but she never got a compliment |
| I’m too busy stacking twenties cause my money spent |
| I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn’t pay my rent |
| Young pussy, old pussy, come pussy go |
| Never stay the same with these motherfuckin' hoes |
| They be triflin' like «Why you ain’t recycling for?» |
| Shut the fuck up bitch, I’ll break my bottle right on the floor |
| I’m smokin' dope, I’m getting throat |
| This beat is wavy, I’m a boat |
| Bitch I hope you never know the shit I do when I’m alone |
| Hell is my home, and I ain’t pickin' up my phone |
| Get the fuck out my zone, and watch yo motherfuckin' tone, bitch |
| Chilling by myself, I don’t need nobody |
| Find me in the room just another fuckin' body |
| Dope on the spoon bitch, I’m looking like a zombie |
| I don’t wanna move, you won’t see me at the party |