Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time To Catch A Body, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Date of issue: 17.05.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Time To Catch A Body |
| Yeah! |
| We gettin' ready to smear peanut butter in the crowd |
| And throw mayonnaise all down your ears |
| You know what? |
| We got some jams for you boy |
| Yo,? |
| the meltdown on 'em, check it out |
| A lot of rappers, think they can rap and then do that |
| Who dat? |
| Jumpin' on my testicles, my black scrotum |
| Show 'em that they style is cold butt, doo doo |
| Like a baby’s heiny, a stinky funky boo boo |
| Kickin' with more rounds, hi pops all sounds |
| Get with the drift, what I’m sayin'? |
| Slayin' |
| Bringin' MC’s to the program |
| Not like H-Town, soft on a slow jam |
| I kick it wicked with the funky style lick it |
| Suck it, jump on the jock just like a groupie woopi |
| I make MC’s look bad like Charlie Brown and Snoopy |
| Your mother act wild, sister act goofy |
| DJ’s go wild and act retarded, illiterate |
| Put me in the mix, well consider it, oh yeah |
| I’m down to step and throw a gun in your face |
| Hijack all that shit, spray your station with mace |
| I got my things in effect, all plans down |
| The boys ready, stupid crazy with they masks down |
| I walk around, okay, you think I’m jokin'? |
| Just go to sleep and see what happen, remember |
| Where could I be, when you’re lonely for Tony |
| Take him outside, on the highway for a ride |
| Remember when the detectives come, you don’t remember anything |
| «Rhymin' psycho.» |
| Time to catch a body! |
| (6X) |
| AOWWWWWWWWWWWWW! |
| Check it out |
| I get picky picky picky, sticky sticky sticky |
| Give a girl a pronoun, make her get with Mickey |
| Mantle from the Yankees, Buckwheat and then Spanky |
| Froggy and with Idi, drink the Tetley Tea leaves |
| I kick the style to make a blind man see again |
| Drop ??, that’s like ?? |
| again |
| Fully roll out, connect with the one and two |
| Like Silk, «I wanna get freaky with you. |
| . |
| and let me lick you up and down,» yeahhhhhh |
| Now back to the verse, I had some of you debatin' |
| He’s beatin' up the demon, I larger? |
| than Satan |
| Hangin on the porthole, ??? |
| I be a goody goody but that demon’s always chasin' me |
| Up the turnpike, connectin' to the interstate |
| Yabba dabba doo! |
| «Rhymin psycho.» |
| Time to catch a body! |
| (10X) |