Bodies

What's up my names joe
I kick shit and I spit hard
I been rapping for awhile
But I probably won't get far
They say you want some dough
You gotta bust like the kids are
But honestly
It's hard To talk like a retard
I'm starting to get older man
What can I say
I couldn't care less
About you catching a case
Get tattoos on ya face
Go on and cover that shit up
Make you look a certain way
Like a bitch with her make up
You dudes are a waste of
The space that you take up
You suck at rapping homie
Get a job with a pay stub
Your girl with a straight scrub
And I'm on her line
And if I got to win her over
I could pull her with mine
Two at the same time
Maybe three for the hat
And in the middle of moment
Shoot you a snap
I got it like that
You ain't got it like me
Get MD on the phone
Tell him I bodied the beat

Body beats and body bitches
Bodies ending up in ditches
Body straight except the fenders
Bent those one night on a bender
I remember i lost control
Maybe from the alcohol
But I went a hit wall
I don't remember that at all

I could never stop at one
You can paint me as a glutton
16 up in the hold
Probably better when I'm buzzin'
Off the top not really often
Off the page you in a coffin'
I ain't resting on my laurels
Vibe soft
Pillow talking
To your bitch about you bitch
And how you really ain't been shit
Since that time she made you cry
Said you had a little dick
Did it click right away
Or did it take a little while
Could you tell that she fucked me
By the way I made her smile
Are you staying in denial
If you are then that's OK
Cause I'm down to meet her treat her
Feed her dick like everyday
Standing the way
Not you, you never are
The game you got is about as real
As an avatar
Homie you ain't hard
And I'm slicker than my sheets
I didn't take ya chick
That bitch belonging to the streets
I Body beats
Get more pop than bacon grease
Digging ditches for these bitches
Rack up Bodies like police