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Body Bag Lyrics by Dr. Dooom (Kool Keith) 



Body Bag by Dr. Dooom (Kool Keith)


[Dr. Dooom]
Yo J you bought this b**ch's food
Yo these b**ches ain't payin for sh*t
They up here eatin and gettin ready to plan
to go to somebody else's house after this
They usin us man f**k this!

{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}

b**ch you got a fat stomach
Your braids look tacky and you're f**kin broke
Like Rakim said _I Ain't No Joke_
You're posin as a high class stinky-ass hoodrat
f**k behind any man's back, bum b**ch at the Shark Bar
Lookin like an aardvark with a f**ked up parked car
Got the nerve to have a diamond, I'm embarassed you keep rhymin
f**k you Simple Simon -- materialistic and twisted
Fake mink, buy your own f**kin drink
Big shots sport you but you got a f**kin weave and I can even
grab a white girl and a black woman body in my world
Beverly Hills flashy sh*t, you on some classy girl sh*t
Drivin a drug dealer's BMW, your license ain't even f**kin legit
Just stop and quit it, you need to admit it
You're broke and strippin
Livin in the Motel 8, you're f**kin jailbait
Tattoos with names on your arms
Bighead babies with diapers, frontin f**ks
Gettin in a basketball player's Mercedes
f**ked up faces tryin to hang in romantic places
Get the f**k out of here
your friends too they gon' need some ends too
Look for somethin what? With funky-ass G strings all up in your butt
Way to feed this elephant, this b**ch is always hungry
Ghetto superstar tryin to be intelligent

{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}

b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}
b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}
b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}
b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "And I said look hear b**ch!"}

Peep game at the frame stand, you ugly b**ches front on my man
Not my type, the a**holes that always wear them black pants
thinkin they hype -- con women, parasites
Lick a nigga ass in valet parkin, just to get a Puff Daddy ticket
Them corny b**ches livin wicked
Guest-list b**ch, wearin Tommy Girl cologne over p**s
Wantin motherf**kers to call her Miss
In the club, you try to look like Deborah Cox with a f**ked up house
I bet you got roaches and mouse
Look at sperm around your f**kin mouth
You can't even cook a meal right like a good woman down South
Runnin your mouth with a million dollar pussy stinkin
There's Massengil on the table while you rollin a blunt
watchin En Vogue on the cable - gettin your hair sewed in
cause your facial expression, lookin like a f**kin rodent
Loosen up b**ch! Stiff like the Tin Man
Don't even lingerie; always talkin about your dead man
Used to be a gangster -- I don't wanna hear that sh*t I'm eatin
I got some fine Puerto Rican girls I'm meeting
Y'all stay with these wack-ass has-beens
I'm leavin with the quickness
Y'all plastic monkeys at the Greek picnics

b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}
b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}
b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b**ch!"}
b**ch gets no love, b**ch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "I said look hear b**ch!"}

b**ch gets no love