Body & Blood (Explicit)

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 f**k but she want

Body and blood

She don't need you for s**t but your d**k 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 b***h 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

She let her go she got a bad little body

Plus a mean walk mean a*s 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

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 s*x 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'