Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body Bag , by - Jehst. Release date: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body Bag |
| This society is strictly savage |
| Fuck it — I’m living lavish |
| We ain’t on the same page |
| You don’t even speak the language |
| Ayo Jetsun — these beats is bangin' |
| This man has clearly |
| Studied Pythagoras theorem |
| Until he’s seen the pattern |
| I speak in riddles |
| Like The Mad Hatter |
| It’s Armageddon |
| When the God got the blues |
| Dr Manhattan |
| I don’t know what your man’s chattin' |
| Probably crap |
| Sleeping on the camp |
| You’ll get zipped up in a body bag |
| Somewhere deep in the woodlands |
| Don’t forget your manners |
| When you’re speaking to hoodlums |
| These endangered species is shooken |
| It’s not the ingredients |
| It’s the way that we cook ‘em |
| That’s why they book him |
| For performance — right? |
| Thought he saw the light |
| It’s getting shorter like an autumn night |
| Told the Holy Ghost to hold the line |
| It’s just an awkward time |
| Sign the paperwork |
| Soon as the payment terms are authorised |
| It’s the money faucet String! |
| He sounded so natural |
| He didn’t force a thing |
| Bringing out the big guns |
| C’est la vie! |
| Let it ring |
| Now we getting Paid in Full |
| Eric B & Rakim |
| B-Boy royalty |
| I’m the King of this |
| Undisputed heavyweight champ |
| The killer lyricist |
| Fuck an NZT pillin' |
| My skill is Limitless |
| Break the glass |
| Satellite images |
| Where my ceiling is |
| Man’s an original |
| Like an indigenous Aboriginal |
| Rappin' I’m at my pinnacle |
| Strappin' the most medicinal |
| Billin' the Critical Kush |
| De La Soul |
| How I Stick (in)abush |
| Romani |
| Call the homie my mush |
| Felonious crooks |
| Who wrote the G-code |
| In the holiest books |
| Look! |
| I don’t know what your man’s chattin'? |
| Probably crap |
| Sleeping on the camp |
| You’ll get zipped up in a body bag |
| Drinks at the bar |
| Rum shots making me body pop |
| Who do you think you are? |
| Gunshots ‘ll make your body drop |
| Comp are getting molly-whopped |
| Rappers changing their names |
| ‘Cos they were lying |
| Like Doggy Dogg |
| You think you fuckin' with me? |
| Probably not |
| Billy Brimstone |
| I spit the molten rock |
| Solar hot |
| Like a stolen Glock |
| With some bodies on it |
| Jetsun — calculate the data |
| With the pocket rocket |
| These wally’s smaller than a Polly Pocket |
| There’s a new plug |
| Find a way to adapt |
| Like a foreign socket |
| Don’t make me Molotov it |
| Off topic |
| Unidentified Flying Object |
| I got off quick |
| You got burned |
| Like a joss stick |
| When the joint’s lit |
| Old school |
| Control the game |
| Holding my joystick |
| You’ve been cordially invited |
| By Royal appointment |
| To a lifetime of unjustified boyment |
| You’re duck soup |
| I’m the pot boiler |
| You’re ‘bout to see the end |
| Sooner than you want |
| Like a plot spoiler |
| The top dog Rottweiler |
| Your plot foiled |
| Top Boy I’ll leave you |
| Under six feet of top soil |
| Beastie Boy |
| It’s the Grand Royal |
| Hard Boiled |
| In the brickwork |
| Stone face like a gargoyle |
| The gargantuan |
| Consider me The People’s Champion |
| Skeleton made out of adamantium |
| Old dude, new wave |
| Like Adam Ant and them |
| High Plains Anthem |
| YNR’s the acronym |
| I don’t know what your man’s chattin'? |
| Probably crap |
| Sleeping on the camp |
| You’ll get zipped up in a… (body bag) |
| I don’t know what your man’s chattin'? |
| Probably crap |
| Sleeping on the camp |
| You’ll get zipped up in a… (body bag) |
| I don’t know what your man’s chattin'? |
| Probably crap |
| Sleeping on the camp |
| You’ll get zipped up in a— |