🎵 Body Ya // by Super Famous Fun Time Guys

4 ContributorsBody Ya Lyrics [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