Body Ya

[Intro: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
What you know about that bullshit, you stupid bitch?
Fun Time Gang, you wack motherfucker
Yeah, that's what it is, it's Fun Time Gang
What you know about that fuckin', uh
Old school shit I don't know about?
Check it

[Verse 1: Mr. 8 Legz]
I got this fascination with knives (Yeah)
Sick decapitations in mind (Yeah)
If that's the case, then I'm masturbatin'
'Til I'm active makin' more lives
I go by Jake, but just call me Goblin
You can call it stalkin' or call it watchin'
You can yell chase, but I say I'm walking
You wanna feel safe, then don't look back often
That's your fault then, but I beg your pardon
I swore when you made eye contact
That we started talkin', but you had to be rude
And not send nudes in the keyboard joggin'
Is that why you're sweaty, 'cause you're lonely, my darlin'?
Well, we can handle that problem
You can talk to the gnomes outside of my apartment
Tell 'em how your ass wound up in the garden

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr. 8 Legz]
Body ya, will you get remembered?
Body ya, when you get dismembered?
Body ya, don't play with my temper now
Nope, fuck no, hell no
Get the motherfuck off your cellphone
Body ya, body ya, body ya, body ya
Body ya, body ya, body ya, body ya
Body ya, body ya, body ya, body ya
Get bodied, bitch
You can talk to the gnomes outside of my apartment
Tell 'em how your ass wound up in the garden

[Verse 2: Whipstick]
I got this fascination with death (Yeah)
Sadomasochistic whipflash (Ha)
That's the case, my mask insane
Get choked with chains, no sweat (Tell 'em)
Go by Ed, you can call me Fuck Face
Go and call your mom, tell you're gonna be a snuff tape
Bottom line, and I know you're gonna get butt raped
Kinda hard to hear you talk through all that duct tape
In the back, of course
I'm jackin' off on a dragon, that's par for course
If ever round town, rely on me to call a tourist
To keep appearances up like your parents' divorce (Yeah)
I'm steady poppin' shots off like I'm runnin' trackin' off
Leave a lover's body in the bed like it's Saginaw
Any motherfucker in the back of the club
But since I'm wack I'ma stuff you in the back of the truck, like

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr. 8 Legz]
Body ya, will you get remembered? (I'll fuckin')
Body ya, (Bitch) when you get dismembered?
Body ya, don't play with my temper now
[?]
Body ya, body ya, body ya, body ya
Body ya, body ya, body ya, body ya
Body ya, body ya, body ya, body ya
Any motherfucker in the back of the club
But since I'm wack I'ma stuff you in the back of the truck (Yeah)

[Outro Mr. 8 Legz]
Hell yeah, dude
That's what's up man
We can't sing for shit
Yeah, get bodied, bitch
This song is kinda repetitive