outta body (bed of nails)
Singer:ces cru
yo this one's for food stamps
snatch they soul outta they body
snatch they soul outta they body
i be trippin' sorry so sloppy slippin'
party flow copy writin' poppin' my clip in
for set trippin' and dippin'
back for dope shippin' hackin' yo henchmen
open hopin' you doper than those other who're testin'
smith with no will of a wesson
got all you day head? impression reverse reflection
cursin' keep guessin' hollow fellow devour your flesh in-
sixty seconds or less to teach you maggots a lesson
handle sense all in to drop
right out your hand to foot mouth
handle handeled hearts leave
put out then look out below
my stratus atlas satisfactory
give it a moment of clarity then take it away
somehow i'm galliant in the gallows
and the winds with the winter
there were bad mannerisms
and the rhythm had to get 'em
iq wasn't matched and trials upon
are we far beyond the best? yes
ces hard to death you best check for a loss of breath
you talk bad til i cross your path
now i'm on your ass motherfucker
tell by that dress showing off her chest
later on with legs spread with these
hotty i wish you beg for me
twistin pitchin' position
in missionary switchin' and flippin'
snatch they soul outta they body
snatch they soul outta they body